Lost Souls
Lost soul
On a mission,
Tread the streets,
In complete submission.
Searching for gold,
To feed my habit.
Eyes that state,
A headlight trapped rabbit,
Nowhere to run,
Life is no longer fun.
Things I wish I hadn't done.
What is there to do?
Carry on is all.
Lips are blue,
Hands are red,
Sometimes I wish I was dead.
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This could have been me, and it is a lot of people around me. Sad world we love in. From Liverpoo. The missing l is intentional.