In a vessel of flesh, an empty core,
A body roams, devoid of soul\'s rapport.
A heart that beats, but void of inner flame,
No passion burns, no purpose to proclaim.
The eyes may see, yet lack the soul\'s embrace,
No joy or sorrow, just an empty space.
With every step, a hollow echo sounds,
No soul to guide, no dreams to be unwound.
A soulless body, like a barren land,
No seeds of hope, no dreams that dare to stand.
The world goes on, but something is awry,
A life half-lived, a spirit\'s muted cry.
Oh, what is life without a soul\'s embrace?
A mere existence, lost in empty space.
But hope remains, for souls may yet ignite,
To fill the void, and set the body right.