Lost Souls and Dying Dreams
A light in freezing cold
A heat amidst the night
Confusion enshrouds all I'm told
Without warmth or sight
You may know but not behold
Look, but mustn't touch
Too many souls already sold
To those who practice such
To have a want that's not fulfilled
Except through those despised
I wonder why I've not yet killed
And who is on whose side
My heart, in pain and aching
While his endures, unscathed
My sleepless dreams are waking
his stagnant sleep remains
The quiet beast that shall arise
Awake to take my Soul
This will not be my demise
Because with Him I'm whole
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