De-Souled


I sense this deprivation
of my very self
suffer my soul's privation
my thoughts shoved upon the shelf

of deceit and lies
my mind yearns
to never say good-byes
yet hellos it always spurns

the chasm is opening wide
the black whole swallows me in
finally I can hide
away from what I've been

a thousand years
will not change what I've seen
a thousand tears
will not wash it clean

shrouded in darkness, I am but forlorn
screaming silently
a puppet to be propped up for endless scorn
as I rip myself from me

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