The Lost Soul

Shadows creep in my mind.

A void deep inside.

A world with out life.

Here the winds are harsh.

All that is here is dark.

The skies once radiated a brilliant shade of blue.

But have long since.

Burnt to an angry scarlet hue.

As the green flesh of the world.

Dried, died, and cracked.

The trees withdrew their roots.

An wilted with the rose.

All that remains.

Is the reflection of a man.

A man you once knew.

Now here I stand.

The lost soul.

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