Shelled Soul

Need I for that while? To ascertain who I am A life to never have a registered file This body, simply a shell I found to lend A body only ever so vulnerable Every reason to be exploited again and again A someone, rather a soul more desirable Or rather an empty shell to better yet remain The kind of care to have to go through The maintenance, the root of ever well-being And comes love for another shelled you Have I forgotten a soul to ever have been? Or have I my soul borrowed? Have I a deal struck with the Devil himself? Every now every then to only feel hollowed Have I that everything, perhaps nothing else? A borrowed soul, an empty shell To simply ascertain who I am A non-believer trusting time will tell For the body or the soul found to lend