Soul Talk

Cry me the tallest fountain

As you slip away into your dreams.

Dream about the hurt you've caused

The souls you've captured and killed.

Murdered and slaughtered.

For my soul was one of those past taken

And has been crushed and burned.

But not killed.

It still lives on to see another day

And pushes onward for the future.

Reviews

[Art Sun]

nice work the Soul is a living repetition of life...

[Cody McGeary]

Very nice. I like it.