Lost
Soul
In
the misty darkness…
I
hear a tender sobbing…
Of
someone's wounded heart…
Searching
all the darken corners…
It
is all that I hear…
The
echoes of tears resounding…
I
search far and wide…
And,
Still I find no one weeping…
I
begin to despair…
For
the sobbing continues, as closer it comes…
Uncontrollable
it seems…
Raw
and without constraint…
I
hide in the dark shadows…and cover my ears tight…
As
the soulful screams, flow through the hush of night…
My
passionate heart, reaches out to this mournful soul…
I
wish I could help this forgotten soul…
I
wish I could help this lost soul, unburden it's self…
I
call out, a few calming words…
No
answer is my return…
Just
this mournful sobbing…
I
come upon a mirror, hidden in the darkness…
The
weeping softens…
I
breathe gently… I KNOW… I KNOW…
As
I slowly realize… As I slowly see…
This
tender, empty, mournful, lost soul…
Belongs
to me…
Blackwidow