Dead Soul

The future is blur these days, I throw dead wishes onto shooting stars,

I’m drowning in a dirt lake, cursed with supreme visions, I see violation in my world.

My faith is drowning in darkness, my picture is fading, I’m a dead weight, I live without hopes,

I exist without dimensions, call me soul, I touch your heart when I’m gone.

No sun in my glorious grave, only the sky gets my attention, I’m a living corpse,

I rain worms, my flesh is decomposing, my brain is rotting and my bones are

Still stubborn, so much like iron, corrosion is patiently feeding its habits,

The strength of my tomb resamples the absents of fear in this cage,

Buried with gold. I worth planets, I’m a platinum, I bleed chrome,

From tropics of south in an atmosphere field with protein, on top of these fruity mountains

I use to breathe the warmth of these winds with hallos creatures of these soil,