Everything goes blur
when life gets lost
in a tunnel.

You shout for help
but you forget
that the walls are deaf.

You bang the walls,
trying to
break free yourself.
But walls are made of
brick and cement
not like your broken soul
which is made of sufferance.

World is a dark place
and you're its darkest soul,
is what you're reminded off
when your life
becomes a dark hole.

Running wild
you lose the drive
which keep your hopes held tight.
That one day
you will find your life
stranded in a deserted soul.

It's sad how we look at people
as eternal souls.

We should know
that they are
angels and demons
in mortal souls.