*Lost Soul*
by
heaven_sent
My blood runs warm but my heart bleeds cold..
For I am the spirit of my lost soul..
I float around on the internet. Trying to release a past I regret.. To find the soul I am to be.. To release the pain that lives in me..
I search for torture and for sin..
It takes to where my life begain..
I seek the Masterful and the cruel..
To be used as their tool.. Even them I can not fool..
For they see the empty soul..
Of the woman they are never to hold..
She hasn't died she never lived..
She only offers what she has to give..
Late at night when the world shuts down..
You'll find her out making her rounds..
Her soul searches till it may find.. A man who shows her the meaning of kind.
written by the lovely, *heaven_sent*
