Lost Soul

Towards the ends of the world will you find me,

My wings all broken, soul urging to bleed.

 

Lost souls will you find there,

Don’t you worry, I’m one of them.

Old, rigged and ripped is my soul,

Resurrecting blood from my core.

 

Lost soul am I so lost into the evil,

Not daring to escape and fight the world ruined by us.

 

Do you hear me or do my words pass by?

Are your ears deaf to my voice and my voice alone?

There lives a black monster which I could not fight.

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And, every time you question my transcendence,

Blame all the people.

My mind killed my soul,

And so did the black monsters.

 

I, myself invited the demons

And let them stay for a while.

All my angels’ dead yet, immortalised.

 

I cannot fear death anymore,

I have already died umpteen times.

I wanted to write down

Exactly how I felt.

But, somehow the paper stayed empty

And I could not have described it any better.