Lost Soul

Lost Soul

A cold desolate body lies on the floor,
The soul is gone walked through deaths door
The body is empty he is dead
But not the soul it needs to be led

It roams the dimension of the fourth
Looking for a way to exit to the north
But there is no way out of hell
This Satan knows but he won't tell

For all eternity that soul did roam
Searching, seeking never finding a home
Now it roams because its all it knows
It has no friends, it has no foes.

Brian Doherty