The soul that recognises an absence on the inside sends a conscious body in search
Though we know, what is missing cannot be found
It's lost in demons, tightly bound
Fraught to fill the gap
Forgotten projections bleed through these cracks
What was once misplaced never finds it's way back
Who was the first to leave
The first to erode a frail rationality
Just like the first lie
An ease of indifference to a misguided lullaby
A blow that resonates in the head
Maybe we're all better off dead...
diminishing any sense of self
Broken balance
Left on the shelf