The soul keeps the inner state more peaceful.
Where´s mine gone?
The soul maintains the shine that pours from our eyes.
Where is my light?
My shadow rips from behind the light,
Peter Pan flightless and disfiguired.
No longer part of the essential darkness that holds
the fabric of my essence together.
Yes floating quite emotionless,
Just a membrain who didn´t even bother to rhyme
like a bad joke.
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