THE SOUL OF A DESTRUCTIVE BEING

when a soul cries out the sound is deep and sorrow is echoed for miles

no smiles to hide behind, no emotions in the eyes just a harrowing distinctive cry

the happiness and joy are a distant memory all that's left is a feeling of emptiness

the solemn remorse heart felt no more, just a lonely empty nest

it sits in the shadows no movement at all, just somber and still it remains

hiding away from the world no thoughts, no sound, no victory to reclaim

that soul is bitter and unpleased at the world, it rejects any form of rejoice

sitting silently alone in that corner, unmoved content with its isolated choice

a lost soul some would say who wanders the world seeking out a body to engulf

to turn warm blooded happiness to cold blooded thirst, for destruction and run a muck

this soul has been abandoned time and time again, no one in which to claim and make whole

so dark so bleek, such a dampened spirit, in which anger and resentment control

it loves no one, nothing, no where but darkness and complete solitude....

it desires no love, no understanding, no joy, no excitement, no love, just bad moods

a dark and dreadful set of circumstances have transformed it to the being it has become

the dim outlook upon everything good is the driving force that's explosive and somber

this soul travels around causing mayhem and dispair at different times throughout the history of man

it will continue to travel throughout the test of time and destroy and engulf this land