Lost Soul

Lost Soul

I'm the original lost and wandering soul.
Tired and weary, I live in a house of pain.
Living reckless and totally out of control.
Things changing but remaining the same.

I was out late for a self-examining stroll,
at times I feel quite thoroughly insane.
Where my heart used to be, an empty hole,
what is left runs right down the drain.

Crying loudly, I've played a varied role,
trying to save myself the awful strain.
Everything in life seems to have a toll,
paying too much with myself to blame.

They look at me as if I were a mole,
anguish is now my only true refrain.
I find myself standing in the darkest hole,
chilled and alone in a raw November rain.

Night has come and it's black as coal,
just a shell of a man is all that remains.
It is the end and I'll never be consoled,
please take me away from all this pain.

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