Lost But Not All Gone

Somewhere I was lost.

Off but not all gone.

Gave me

Nothing of God.

Come here mister, take in no love,

Even if it canvases so.

When the blind eye never liked

What the wide eye never sees.

Here I lie

The same I fell at first.

Give me anything but apathy or love and curse.

Waiting for my soul

To wake and come alive again.

Can I not torment this

With a canon of assisted duress.

Here I lie

The same I fell at first.

Give me anything but apathy or love and curse.

Waiting for my soul to stir

And wake, rejoice, and come alive again.

Here I go

The same I fell at first.

Give me anything but apathy or love and curse.

Waiting for my soul

To wake and come alive again.