• My soul
    Has been crushed
    Ripped
    Burned
    Tortured.
    My soul
    Has been through countless
    Pains
    Trials
    Hurts
    Regrets.
    My soul
    Waits for the
    Cold
    Comforting
    Reassuring
    Hand of death.
    But what my soul doesn't know
    Is
    That
    It
    Can
    Never
    Die.
    So now my soul
    Suffers
    Survives
    Struggles
    Grips to the only security of sanity left
    In my empty shell that I call a body.
    My soul
    Wishes that
    It
    Can
    Feel
    No
    More.