I was once the son of someone I cannot recall
A child with a past so dark filled with aghast thoughts
That made him so agnostic that he found himself with the demons at the altar
I was a dark horse
So selfish that I couldn’t share my past worrying that these fakes will fake sympathy
I’m the type referred to as a lost soul

A child with the dream of being a foetus so that he can perceive his mother again
Pain so deep that sometimes he wishes he could just bite the dust
Fixed ideas that his nothing but a curse in life
With the hope that someday he can be the light though lost in the dark
A young Soul Sold
Now Lost