The Lost Souls

I once met an old man in a dream,
A dream that was not all that it seemed.
Its colors were splashed with shades

They often seem quite ordinary, at first glance,
Maybe a little less open or filled with confidence,
Like you or me. Floating,

INTO DARKNESS

Our hearts beat, but our souls are lost;

Our blood is warm, yet we are as cold as frost.

We are not shepherds,

There are secrets in this house

  that you do not know

There's a room that has always remained bare

There are

Little Souls

Through A Portal, I See Forever
The End Of The Horizon, Is Only The Beginning
A March Of The Living, Though Life's