Loss of Soul

By Ortolan

a little bit tired you might just say
stone cold, sold out, yesterday
ever so slightly immolate
head down, turn round, masticate

just a small piece of dirt fixates
schizoid, stalwart, celebrate
can't get out of brain this hate
heart black, soul rot, calculate

chain the chains, the blood red rain
jail bars, my life, much too late
pain the pains, the cold cold hail
skull break, death wish, asphyxiate

all I want is intimage rage
wait to long now suffocate
all I want is turn the page
wish bone, pile drive, depreciates

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Published on Monday, February 29, 2016. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

For the record, this is about being depressed, not 'selling the soul'.

Comments on "Loss of Soul"

A former member wrote: I almost wonder if by loss of soul you mean just a loss of who you are or if someone "depreciates" themselves. Very thought-invoking work! :)
A former member wrote: I laughed at the authors note as I felt no need for it to be included I understood you perfectly with your write :) nicely done
On Tuesday, March 1, 2016, Ortolan (214) wrote:

Well, truthfully I wasn't sure it was necessary either as it is a dying myth, but you never know what some might presume I suppose especially since the one I posted right after it was ' Devil is Laughing' (which I might add is obviously not about 'The Devil', but rather myself). True these things become known once you read it through though, so I appreciate you taking the time.Again, Thanks for reading! - Å’