The Soul's Precipitate

I walk alone, stone cold
The world is hollow heat beneath my feet
I am a fading soul
Who never knew the eyes of life's defeat

And I am what I am
Indifference:
But a name
As I have always been

I've know the night, the light
The hollow void of life's crimson sunset
I've known the beautious sights:
Skies, tears that fall just like the world's regret

And I am what I am
Indifferent
Still the same
As I have always been
And I am what I am

As the sun fades away
As this light will not stay
As the end of the day
Falls yet further away
Still I never will be
What my eyes seem to see
I am no tragedy
Nothings left within me
Nothing there will remain
'Till my life, that bloodstain,
Will fall
Like red rain
To the sea
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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