Dead of the Soul
On a hillside,far in country
Water edge of dark unforeseen
Like a soul, creatures scurry its depths
Tormented life behind the walls
Trials of endurance, tragedy in lost
Dead of the Soul it lives to feast
Buried like the dead only to be alive
A second breath just to die again
Like a plague devouring our every being
Lost in a world of conflict and love
A demon within covered beneath the skin
Seeking guidance, comfort of existence
The Being within driving the soul's darkness
Like a ghost, a puppet on a string
All I am, eyes of picture past
A future among the God's of mortalities
Drowning myself in sorrow's grief
Blood shed walls emotions speak volume
A dying being crying out the depths
A long time forgotten, escape of reality
Dead of the Soul, vengeance blood drips tasted glory
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2023
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