Lost souls hunt for hunger, feelings before emotion
Baby steps, recovering through the motions
Ripped of sanity, repressed of desire
Last shred of vanity, playing with fire
Rotten roots, grow weary instead of higher
Wheels turned loose, and so they tire
The invisible hand, blanket of lust
In the presence of love, they feel disgust
Burning memories, envious color
Forgotten sensations, green but duller
Horror of time, blue and bitter
Swimming to the surface, yearn to deliver
Vanguards of the world below |
Submission Name: Soul Hunters
