Death of a Soul

The death of a soul is a terrible thing

For when a sould dies it can't be revived

No words can heal it, no love can save it

There is no helping a soul that is dead


When a soul has died it changes the person

For the man with no soul knows no emotion

He cannot smile or laugh, cannot love or cry

He becomes a corpse when his soul dies


When the soul dies, the body lives on

But it is like a zombie, never a man

Those with a dead soul are hollow inside

There is no hope, joy, fear, or sorrow


The death of a soul is a terrible thing

For how can one live when there's nothing inside?

Doomed to wander the world like a ghost

The ones who are dead before they have died

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Well, I know this is short, and I know it doesn't rhyme, but it is from very deep down inside. My truest of feelings, if you will. I'm not entirely sure if it is done, though, because I keep thinking I need to add to it, but every time I take it out, I can't think of anything to add anymore. So I suppose if I change it, then I do, but if I don't, then I don't. Anyway, enjoy!

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