archaic dungeon

I cried for the third time today

Embattled with what feels like an eternal ache

Lonely

My soul doesn’t recognize this body

It doesn’t want to be here

Restless

Unfulfilled

Do I set it free today

And watch me wither away

In the crimson tide

Or drive to the shore tonight

And wander into the murk

The swampland of my existence

Is dragging me down

And my soul longs to find peace

And beauty

But here in my life

There is nothing light

The darkness has conquered my everything

So I seek to aid my soul

Let it bloom away from this swampland

Which everybody looks upon with disdain

I am all alone

I am the one with the sad soul eyes

Come find me

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