A single soul lays on the corner
Abandoned, lonely for the time.
Its vessel has left it there to cry in silence
For that soul has no medium, no outlet to use
These words are before perfection
A monotone within soulless mind
The toil of the environment would be enough
For if the soul were present to weep the tears
No joy or pleasure, desire lacking
A constant dredge through swamp
Eyelids flutter unsynchronous to the sun
Behold life of instincts and irrelevant singals
Written: March 28, 2006 @ 9:33 AM CST
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 5:25 PM UTC
A single soul lays on the corner
Abandoned, lonely for the time.
Its vessel has left it there to cry in silence
For that soul has no medium, no outlet to use
These words are before perfection
A monotone within soulless mind
The toil of the environment would be enough
For if the soul were present to weep the tears
No joy or pleasure, desire lacking
A constant dredge through swamp
Eyelids flutter unsynchronous to the sun
Behold life of instincts and irrelevant singals
Written: March 28, 2006 @ 9:33 AM CST
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