What does your soul feel like?
Lost in a claustrophobic, neverending plain
Of love and pain
Gripping on the fake feelings you believe to be you
But will they ever be true?
What does your soul look like?
In-between the brightness of pure black
Or the hollowing emptiness of light itself
Where does your soul sit?
It looks so dim even though the flames been lit
So happy and confident living in despair
Your soul?
Is it really there?