Lost Soul in The Vacancy

October 6, 2009
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I didn't make it there
where everything glitters
I didn't make it there
where everything pains
I'm in between them
walking the feilds of Asphodel
feild of the lost souls
where we spend eternity
searching for the rootka tree
the one living thing
that brings us
to where we should have been
I can't speak
I move and moan
slow as the world turns
a veil
walking past feels like ice
the roots curve and twist together
shaping of a tree
I want to run
the excitement builds
I touch the rough twisting roots
I'm the only lost soul
to find her way

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