The untold story of the soul

Deep dark secrets controlling more than the heart and the mind...

'My pain, my anger, my frustration,'

Those are the words of the soul

Anger deep inside of it, making that very emotion nothing but a mysterious commodity

It controls and smothers the other emotions that are trying to be born in the essence of the soul

'i want this, i need this, i cant live without this,"

The soul chants those words out of mere torment

Knowing it can never get what it wants no matter how much it tries

What it want, needs and cant live without remains out of its reach

'I cry, I laugh, I giggle, I fake a smile,"

Yet another story told by the soul, a story where no ending would be good enough

This is the untold story of the soul

A story that starts from the surface, burns in the middle and kills the core

The questions of life

The next chapter

No subtitles, just the harsh reality of an inside rotting with an excess of sadness and a drop of happiness

An inside trying to make flowers bud to hide the parts that don't need to be seen

Deep dark secrets controlling the soul

A mask, a facade, a real face all mixed together

That the soul does not know which direction it really wants to take

Confusion... Understanding? Reality... Fiction?

That is the untold story of the soul...