Soulless
How healthy is your soul?Are you too lost to be saved, continuously wondering in a maze of confusion, and turmoil
Collect your fears my little one, for it soon will be time,
to run from your deepest darkest, memories that you so try to hide,
be careful you may have the recipe for your own suicide.
What are behind my eyes, shadows of my past, locked doors, what is behind door number one, could it be happiness, or could it be love in door number 2?
Perhaps your soul is in door number 3, awaiting for your arrival,
as you tie your tourniquet to stop the bleeding,
you should grasp your soul,
You should be afraid, your soul never lies.
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