Whatever Happened To My Soul


I feel guilt upon my shoulders
It's weighing upon my back
My mansion of happiness burns down around me
My hope is a rundown shack

I wish for a plea or an answer from below
Just sobbing which way to go
But without a roadblock
I stumble down the wrong line
Like a mirror of before

Conscience states I'm blissfully alone
I have no guiding star
I run away from this time of pain
I travel fast and far
Perhaps time is no longer an option
Maybe it's not even an essence at all

Looking directly behind myself
I see an empty mind
I drop to the gravel inside my head
My face smashing into this confusion I find

I slice my fear with a blade of fright
I wrap it in a bandage of sin
I tighten the noose on the throat of love
And beat it with yesterday's kin


19 May 2005
Copyright 2005 Mallory Maloney