I Express Myself Through Writing

A soul left fractured by injustice
Shatters in silence and loses all focus
As the weight of the world seems to close in

Now scattered about the deepest of depths
The pieces of his soul, meticulously placed
Only where true darkness lies in wait
Like a predator ready to snatch up the prey
Not for survival but now for pure pleasure
Appeasing it's destructive nature

Round and round it goes
He continues to dig and dig
for that spark missing in him
All the while knowing,
the deeper he goes
the more blackened his soul

Down where it's darker than dark
Where it's colder than cold
Where light cannot penetrate
Where heat does not radiate
Been frozen here for quite some time
Stuck in this single-file, slow-paced line
The door ahead, a hard and easy find.