dead soul, present to me

lived the life before i breathe
so exotically charming, inside a strange grave
in a foreign city thrown away.

the voices of damaged emotions i hear
so keen on them, i mustn’t leave
following a dead-end of unhappy mistakes.

familiar eyes saw him pick a misguided lane
here in the white sand, he’s forever insane
a smudged bathtub in blood far away.

here lies the miraculous man.