FOR THOSE AGAINST THE WALL WITH BLIND FOLD AND CIGARETTE.........
Lost Souls Lost souls dance in a torment all their own, They are not who they were, if they ever were, Tragedy unbound, illness, death, ruin, loss, All at times too much to bear, yet continues, For a heart torn asunder, spirit tattered, To gather the sheds of human dignity, To preserve over adversity most severe, No easy task indeed, abandonment even harder, For when the clouds gather, and riches dissipate, Fair weather friends and lovers, gone are they, Nowhere to be found, missing, compound... Sign in to see full entry.