Not A Single Soul.


Ashes to dust
And humans to bones
I’ve got that certain type of sadness not a single soul condones

Survive, we must
Our hearts, made of stones
I’m slowly losing my sanity and not a single soul knows

Like water brings rust
Like copulation invites moans
I pray the to solve my mystery but not a single soul is acquainted with Sherlock Holmes

Love becomes lust
Our depth slowly but surely grows
I’ve begged for riches in all the high places but not a single soul believes in loans

Society had abandoned us
Carefully took us and made us into clones
I’ve drawn the battle line and urged for my army to fight but not a single soul arose



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