CALLING FOR MY SOUL

Fri, 09/20/2013 - 00:59 -- KareWho

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BUT WHAT IS THIS? THIS SOUL DIMINISHING DEMON

ENDLESS SCREAMS OF PLEA AS CRUEL HANDS SHATTERS AN INNOCENT SOUL

CATCHING TEARDROPS IN MY HAND AS I WATCH MY LIFE , MY SOUL DRIFT AWAY INTO THE WIND

BINDING MY SOUL CRUNCHING AND DISTORTING ITS BEAUTY

TAKING MY HEALTH, MY HOPE – LEAVING ME WITH NOTHING

BUT YET STILL I CRAWL IN HOPES OF FINDING FOR WHAT HAD SEEMED TO BE LOST

FINDING NOTHING MY BODY IS ON ITS LAST AND I CAN SEE THE LAST OF MY LIFE

I CRY BUT INSTEAD OF TEARS ITS SHARDS OF GLASS FLOWING FROM MY EYES

SHARDS OF MY LIFE MY EMPTY SOUL AND BLOOD IN VEINS TURNS TO ICE

I LAY THERE ON THE GROUND IN THE DUST OF WHAT IS LEFT OF MY LIFE AND REALISED –

THIS IS NOT ME THIS IS NOT WHO I WAS MEANT TO BE

TO BE DEFEATED BY ALMOST NOTHING

TO LAY THERE HELPLESSLY AND WITHOUT A CARE

HOPING FOR SOMEONE ANYONE TO HEAR MY SILENT BELLOWING

UNTANGLING MYSELF FROM THIS SUPPRESSING BOULDER

MY SKIES BELLOWING FOR AN OPENING OF PROSPERITY

REACHING BUT IM JUST NOT THERE

I FEEL HIM, I FEEL THE SOUL EATING DEMON PULLING ME BACK

HELP!!!!

I JUST CANT GET AWAY BUT I SHAN’T GIVE UP

I SHALL CONQUER

I SHALL RISE AGAIN

FROM THIS

THIS

FROM  THIS EMPTY SOUL I CALL MY OWN.

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