Empty souls lay emotionless on the cold, stone floor. But numb to bitterness and pain, shivering unconsciously Lips are blue and skin is pallid, colorless, lacking soul Eyes are dull and fading fast into empty pits of destruction Emotions are sinking fast, drowning life and silence Screams are left unheard, unnoticed, falling on deaf ears These bodies are torture chambers for unsuspecting souls Sucked in and trapped, emotions feed off weakness Falling faster into a thick, web of deceit and lies, believing In the lost but losing faith in forgotten dreams that lay Still collecting dust, forevermore on the shelves And these souls wander, searching for those dreams The emotions are gone, fed off what was left of a soul And died, leaving an emotionless, dead soul. Always dead. To the floor they fall, collapsing from surrender. Pain courses through their veins but still they are numb Forever numb to pain�s addiction. Love is meaningless. Another heartbreaking word. Hope has a forgotten definition and a forgotten identity Souls lose hope when they are first consumed by eternal darkness That devours everything including the light that always wants to burn When the light goes out, the soul fades into the shadows, never to be seen. Any memories of a life once lived blurs into a cyclone of false identities. Truth or a dream? These souls can never be saved, they can never be touched, nor spoken too They are empty holes of life. Patched and torn. Stitched and unthreaded. Don�t try to save me. Don�t try to touch me. Don�t try to speak to me. I�m just an emotionless soul.
