There's a void in my life; a void in my heart.
My soul earns for something that is no longer there,
something it believes it once had but,
can not remember where it went or what it was.
Some completing force, that makes faces bright and life gay.
The soul knows it exsists; the soul has seen it
in the faces of children that have not yet been corrupted
it has seen it in the faces of young lovers
and in the faces of mothers to be.
The soul has felt the aura of love and light
but the soul is shrouded in darkness
and has no knowledge of how to escape,
how to find the light.
Or even where to begin to look.
And so the soul huddles
in the corner of my being waiting
for a savior that isn't coming.
A savior that doesn't exsist.
02-15-04