Soulless

Hyacinthe

“What’s a soul in the land of the soulless?”

I wonder while I lie. 

What’s a heart where the heartless one’s ones wander?

Questions keep poking me while I die. 

 

What’s the point of running through this pointlessness, I ponder. 

Cause it feels like hell. 

No matter how many mountains I go over, I will never prevail. 

 

That was before I changed. 

Ever since I heard that little whisper, I learned how to never fail.

You don’t have to believe it’s true just take a look.

All the glory and gold came my way after I signed my name in that book.

 

I gave up wishing on stars a while ago. 

They only watched me from an oblivion I’ll never know,

But now I’ve changed. 

He came and whispered to me the answer to all my pain. 

If I knew this then I would sign my name again. 

 

I’ll do it ten times over.

Cause what’s a soul to the world of the soulless?

 

  • Author: Hyacinthe (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 1st, 2022 13:08
  • Category: Reflection
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