Floating in a dream
I travel back in time
To the while when I lost my mind
I am a man devoid of soul
Neither alive nor dead
A predator on the prowl
Desolate land
Covered in snow
Trail of blood,
Do not know where it goes
Wind howled; crows cawed
Silent cry of the land
Thundered like a foreboding song
Clapped my hands on my ears
Pretending, the song, I could not hear
Followed the trail of blood
To where they sacrifice the souls
They took mine a long time ago
I am a traveler
Traveling through time
In search of the lost soul
Which had been mine
Time and society took away my soul
Now I am a lone wolf
Hunting through desolation and snow
To bite and tear into the
The juicy flesh of time
I don't know, nor do I care
What would happen
To this soulless body of mine
If I can't have my soul
Then I won't let you have what's mine
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 14th, 2024 04:55
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
A metaphor cast in a dark skin covered in creepy raiment. Great for the season. Surreal indeed.
Hi Soren, really thankful for your continued guidance. The comments are helping me to reflect better (or atleast I hope I am doing better). Thank you Bhaskar
Most welcome
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