Soul Seeker

Death is the unknowns of our deeper soul

usual life of church and down to find depth

way to of our inner pain and pray the pain

your body, my body, the body and the spoken emptiness

subtle downward keyword self reflections of the down

the knee pains and burns where f**k the pain

inhale and exhale to depths of irrationality thoughts

cradled back to exhaustion and forced understanding.

The soul is slowly drained into screams

when I die, the humans who have absorbed the soils

leave the body in death of nothingness

Special place darkness for us bleed dry factions

Do not believe, do not obscure, no fighting

your body, no body and no ones bodies

no one, nobody, no, more bodies, sacrifice, and given to the body.

Screams of terror to wills of more dominant empirical succubus's

Left for heartache, broke and shattered In frustration

still here, taking depths of souls, I became the blackness

recollected the some color of once life before the.. recalled

between the times of happiness and splitting atoms of recalled hatred

Blackness will never be forward but the red is smeared upon the bottom of my shameless soul

When do we have color, color is pigment or realization that it can be taken.

Shadows over take the days of necessary abuse.

Recalled black days of a modern soul taker.

Down at the depths of the yellow smeared hatred.

Im still living.

Im still living.

Im living.

Even so that the darkness erodes the happiness

from the depths of the souls... past