My soul is a barren plain
Over run with the phantoms
Of long suppressed regrets
Broken promises and heartbreaks
It is a place where you hear ghostly cries
Where black shadows flow up walls
And overtake the edges of hopeless dreams
Its core is dead and maggots have begun devour its insides
All love and life is gone
They will leave behind an empty rotting shell
Hallowed and forgotten
Just like the faith that it once held whole in a warm embrace
Nothing will be left but the vast darkness that surrounds it
Echoing in the abbess will forever be the victims of such a cold world
The nothingness that makes up this place, where not even God’s eyes can reach
Is mixed in with the emotionless words its hosts speaks
They cut down every attempt to breathe life once more into my soul
Not wanting to be held or comforted the host must suffer alone
Cradling my dead and decaying soul
Held in limp lifeless hands I stare at it
So long since it’s been touched by life
To long since it has felt love
Its flesh falls and slips between my bone like fingers
Then my soul is gone
Dead to the world and myself
What a miserable soul I carried