Desperate Soul

The heart,
With fear spreading like the fragrance
That attracts a predator to its prey
So it triggers the coldness from inside
That hunts me and you back day after day
The mind,
Choreographed to mimics the storm
Born from the depth of the sea
To down all strengths of heart
And strangles the life out of me
And the soul,
Sneaking behind closed doors
Anticipating for the strange turn
Standing there in the dark
Waiting for a moment to earn
Desperate soul, yeah a desperate soul
Governing the life over the bottomless bowl.

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