My soul is dark like a black hole
It smells like a basement
Something old that only children go into
When you enter
All you can hear is silence
Maybe a buzzing in your ear
But nothing else
It tastes like a dirty penny
Something everyone wants
But all is too afraid to touch
And if you touch it
It feels like liquid
Slipping through your fingers
Making a puddle on the ground
Souls like these are the souls of the anxious
The lonely and depressed
The broken, the beaten, and the damned
I believe that everyone enters a soul like this
At one moment of their life
A place of absolute darkness
A Nightmare
