The Derelict Soul

I've known many wounds, none more so that the ones of my own volition
I've seen many horizons, none so dark as the path I've chosen and now tread
 
I need help, I am lost, I am falling, flailing, and afraid 
I shout out! But silence is what I hear from my own lips, a sound cannot be made.
 
I hear a noise, is it you? No, you are nowhere to be found...
I peer into the festering darkness, it is wrong, and appalling to my derelict soul
Should I cower, should I hide and be silent? Should I run and never look back?
For I fear, the Beast is coming, closing in, hunting and hungry, it is close now, listen...
 
I need help, I am lost, I am falling, flailing, and afraid
I shout out! But silence is what I hear from my own lips, a sound cannot be made.
 
Will it find me? Help me! for I am alone, but not yet ready to be eaten and left unwhole
I look for you, your soul once bright, has dimmed in the distance, I peer deep...
Into my derelict soul