A lost soul is a lost heart.
It never knows what it wants.
It comes once in a day it breaks overnight.
It hides the shallowness of shadows
of wildness swirling around it.
It becomes clueless with
it's form then with the world.
It buys and forgets once
it is taken down.
It releases the last piece
of the dark soul of the empty heart
with unforgiving ties.
It is lost and it shall not
be found as long as i am alive.
Take it down before it comes nowhere.
Close the chapter to confuse the soul
and i can sit with it's crown.