Death of the soul
the body becomes an empty shell.
Death of the soul
the return of the soul to the never ending
cycle of life and death.
Death of the soul
by words, by knives, by bullets
the suicide of the soul
by thoughts of never ending pain.
The regret of the body
for the death of the soul
a never ending cycle of hate
that is made by me.
Suicide of the soul
brought me here,

From the first place

And now it won’t let go

Until I disappear