Living bodies dead souls;
Trying to find a purpose,
Trying to set goals.
Misinterpreted the meaning of life;
Then shut themselves from the world.
Tried to keep a leash,
On the demons bred by their fear;
Their conscience a patient of the disease,
That sucked the joy of life,
Rendering their souls lifeless.
Oh !Those
Living bodies dead souls,
Trying to find a purpose,
Trying to set goals.
Not that they tried to seek;
Support from around when;
Their hopes started to fade,
Optimistic thoughts were bleak,
But to no purpose ;as the world around went past them.
Wandering souls in the dark they were;
Walking without a ray of guiding light;
Contained within themselves;
Suffering & rotting inside, with their hearts soaked in plight.
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