Wanting The Soul


 UI joy filled   II       I           I fall into the depths of a withering soul. I've wandered longingly for a place in its arms. It was the truth. No bitter welcoming or joyous reunion could erase the marks I had created. After years of staring at the scars I wondered if the feeling would revive. Taking the long lost soul, I wrapped it around my legs once more.Tears enveloped my porcelain skin. It stained with the color of a deep red. "It will never change the.." I whisper to the clouds. I can't prick it's skin and pour blood from said wounds. I will not regain a new blood, I finer blood. A blood that anyone could love.

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