The Murderer's Regret: The Wandering of Thine Soul

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I perpetually tried, yet still failed
to escape the bottomless hole
Where Joy and hope can’t prevail:
The wandering of thine soul

Yet man can’t bring this punishment forth
and at will, throw ‘pon you
straight directly to your soul,
It can only come when regret and guilt
and misery take their toll

Tis not another soul whom does this
it comes from your own will
it comes from anger and tempt
of the horrible urge to kill

Once this is done
you will find
that you once were one
but have now’ve been grind
into many many views,
and many parts,
with many hues,
and many hearts

Then shall come
the many parts
telling the body what to do
yet body cannot take it all
and so that is the cue

To leave the soul to talk it out
the many different parts
yet the fragments will never cease
to scorn the others hearts

And when all these perspectives fight
they wither, and ‘come small
and when they try to remake the soul
it doesn’t fit the walls

And now the pieces are just small spots
and are quickly protected
for they are just like tiny dots
that cannot be connected


And in that small protected space
it is like a iron room
and like an enclosed place
and the suffering dawns with doom

When thy will to wake is weak with rust
though thy body still alive,
thy soul shall wander through sea of dust
Never to Revive






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