I have a Bleeding Soul
A soul that thrives off apathy
A soul that withers in dubiety
A soul that was once filled with the joy
The never ceasing joy
The undeterminable youth
The stringent yet flourishing confidence
All gone
One drop at a time
It was a pain to love all too well
However not wisely
The subconscious suspects the false
A single lie
Fade to black
Strangled in the dark
No hand to pull you up
To slowly emerge from the darkness
From a single lie
For a soul to be filled with joy again
The subconscious suspects
Mental torture
Reflex ambiguity
As the cut gets deeper
The blood gets darker
One drop at a time
One word at a time
One sorrow at a time
I'm sorry I loved you too well
But not wisely forever more
I bandage the wound but the blood still rebels
I have a Bleeding Soul