Dying Soul

Anger they felt, holding tightly without the thought of setting them free. The soul residing within their hate slowly dies along with his hope. His mind is gently slipping away, killing his sanity.

With his own hate, suppression from all is kept from his will. Keeping his future alive, knowing what he desired may die before anything can be achieved. Night after night, his eyes stare into nothingness wishing to be freed. Blades within his reach, he taught of ending all torment. A sin committed, he’ll be condemned for eternity.

What faith he has that’s keeping him alive all these time? As time has passed, his past mistakes haunt him still. Unable to repent, he left without trying. Now he knows what makes them happy. Now he knows what they desire. He was born and raised there and there he will die knowing nothing of the world. Such a life makes them smile. Left alone, they’ll scream believing in nothing but their fear and assumptions.

They saw him came to life and they’ll be there to see him die.