a wrong decision

After dragging the soul out

I tried to cover the void

But that can’t covered or healed

The wound will remain open

For everybody to see

That I’m the one who traded his soul

I’m the one who traded his soul for nicotine and alcohol

And I’m the one with no soul inside me

 

Still unknown to me is

Why couldn’t I just trade my feelings for the same?

Maybe I was thinking I can change this time

I was dreaming of light

But now with everything shared

I’ll have to live with no soul and this wound always paining inside

 

i shouldn’t have just shared it,

I should have given it time and smokes to dissolve

I should have known by now that

I have a mouth to speak

I have ears to hear

And I have eyes to see

But there isn’t anything for sharing inside me

 

This place says nothing

Listens nothing

But can read

And is the second best friend I have

This is the place I can’t leave

part of my life now

and now there is guilt inside me

I shared it with you and not this place

And now it is written with ink for years to come

And for everybody to see