Descent Into Lost
My soul is shattered.
Beyond repair I'm afraid.
So much ripped away and scattered.
What remains is tangled and frayed.
So little left now.
My spirit grows distant.
Stuck in the concept of How.
Freespirit, turns consistent.
My soul struggles to exist
My spirit disappears into slumber.
Leaving my mind to consist.
Disencumber.
Lost to the world, im consumed by one goal.
Piece together, my shattered soul.
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