Lost Soul
Copyright © 1997 Jenny Hammack
Through a place of death I roam
The only place my lost soul calls home
Raven skies ripped by a white light
Draw me deeper into the rain-drenched night
Here in a black dream I live
Dying, crying I have nothing to give
Hollow rhythms of a bleeding heart echo through me
Painfully aching to be eternally at peace and free
Tell me now it will all end
Tell me to what heaven I'll ascend
The Author of this poem is Jenny Hammack
