My soul longs for all the lives I've lived Lifetimes ago I was someone different
Maybe once long ago, riches draped from the curves of my being Maybe whiskey graced my lips far to often Maybe smoke stained my lungs Maybe my feet touched mountains Maybe in a life long ago, my figure was shrouded in darkness Maybe it was helpless or not, maybe it was a warrior, hard and sharp and deadly Maybe my back was once adorned with wings Maybe satin dripped from my lips Maybe symbols littered by skin Maybe my name was death, chaos, mercy, life Maybe I died for love for war for a cause
I have lived many lives and I long for them all My soul longs for its place, its home a home that I have no memory of
I am filled with an unyielding ache for things I know nothing of
My ears long for words from worlds long ago My skin craves the ink that once ran from my fingers so freely My hands ache to dig into the earth to which they have been a stranger to for so long My skin aches for the long forgotten bite of steel that was once so familiar
I am homesick for places that have never been my home, My soul is cursed to spend its eternity searching for its place.