The heart is a cave, where there lives not a soul;
Full of nothing but fire, and smoldering hot coal;
There is a path that will lead to a small cavern of pain
Of emotions, so mutated, they don't have a name;

At night, in the silence, you occasionally hear;
A faint little voice... gargled, not clear;
Of the Soul that's been lost in the mountains of ash;
Left deep in the dark, discarded like trash;

There's nothing else there, not a bug, not a snake,
Just echo's of dreams, and sighs of heartbreak;
A monotonous melody that the Soul sings..
Of wishes of saviors, and Angels with wings........