Soul

by Beautifully Grotesque   Jun 5, 2005


A black and dark nothingness,
a deep and cold place,
what is this? my soul perhaps.
Everything empty,
nothing more there,
i cannot find it, it is so small.
I wonder if its even there,
i think not.
Maybe i sold it, to some mysterious soul keeper.
He has some better use for it maybe,
or its just for his collection.
But the feeling of pain, hate, misery, and love,
is no longer there, in my body,
for where my soul was once kept.

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