The Soul
Its depth, laid there in dark.
The beat of my heart I feel the thump.
What is it that we love so freely?
The anger that drives us from inside.
That of a passion to which burns through us.
That of our skin only flesh but human.
It is the emptiness we feel when we are alone.
That of no existance do we live but death.
That of ourselfs we drown in sweet sorrow.
There, my soul lays in darkness.
My emotions torn through like that of shredded paper.
The thorns it rips with blood drips.
My persistance vidal but weak.
My signs of no recovery.
My death is sure to be near.
My love pulled apart from me.
The heart, only a single thump.
It crys the pain of tears.
How do I live?
It is only God's grace I survive.
But for what?
To just live and die,to be hurt inside!
It is purpose I strive as I fight.
But life that bits as I am taken.
As I lay here awake, I am not sleep.
My mind wondering where we go wrong?
Where did I? Or did I?
My love angers out of control.
The words are not that of a justify man.
But the hurt and feelings hard to deny.
I die these days in silence.
Alone and in darkness but no remoirse.
My soul,void and without love.
My life, just that of a man.
Dead but with life he gives me to live.
I am only what I am.
Just a man without cause and dreams.
But I am a man of true being.
Kill me that I may rise again.
Rise, Rise, to my full potential of being!
Love in my heart once more that it may be real.
But be ever lasting til the days of my end.
That there, the soul prevails and the heart beat as one again.
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