Lost

My Soul has grown cold; The passion once inside me, is now shriveled and old.

The source of my darkness is sparkling almost blinding and dazzling.
Traps me even though it hurts, now I'm spinning.

Spiralling into the depths of the shallow, grabbing for reality.
The safest place to land is in the city of pity.

Care and concern treat any wound. The hydrogen peroxide of life is love.
The stab of life is hate and it stains the dove.

Purity lost in the sickness, the sadness, the madness.
Forget the initial thought and sink into badness.

Lost.