Deep down in the gutters of my soul
Are the hopes and aspirations I have no more
Are the dark desires, the inhuman in me
Are the deadly fires, the path of destruction leads.
Far away in the dumps of my soul
Is the true me,
That which I am no more
I get cooler as the world grows more cold
I am becoming nothing,
Nothing more than a lost soul.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
Deep down in the gutters of my soul
Are the hopes and aspirations I have no more
Are the dark desires, the inhuman in me
Are the deadly fires, the path of destruction leads.
Far away in the dumps of my soul
Is the true me,
That which I am no more
I get cooler as the world grows more cold
I am becoming nothing,
Nothing more than a lost soul.
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