Haunted SoulChilling tears stinged as they fell from the haunted soul.
Alone, it's screeches rang through, falling, and fading in the air.
Feelings grow numb after so long.
Leaving behind a faint tragic song.
Longing for a listening note gliding along it's wave.
Comfort comes from those that never abandon an empty grave.
Trickery has been the soul's haunting.
The lie of such a soul being deserving of love's wanting.
Dread has become a safe haven for the empty chest's cavity.
Hiding is the path to seek while wandering through calamity.
Scars grew rapidly as the ability to understand deception set in.
Hastily forcing the pain away, while trying to defend the soul's slow healing emotion.
War mixed in with games hold on deep, when allowed in. Time can't erase the feelings of hate that have taken root within.
The hopeless understanding can't develop hope until after. Unfortunately it's too late for this monster.
Transparent EyesThe eyes of inward reflection in which you see through.
Your glance dancing through flames in review.
Although one thing is clear, you can't examine the motive of your degradation.
The evidence you seek is hidden beyond your proclamation.
Downgrade written in ink from the heart's adversity.
You run through the sparking embers repeating hate's severity.