In this preoccupied world
Beneath the undying azure
Exists a soul, being sold
Digging a hole
With nowhere to go
Raging, waging its own war
Shackled and torn
Nothing but a shadow
Bound by an unruly vow
With no meaning to life
From remorse to strife
Dried up, lost in the profundity
Cries, oh thou All Mighty
Buy me a new soul or let me through the door
To break free, free of the chains supreme
Unnoticed you live and disappear
For
you're a shade and easy to ignore
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