In his mind lays so many souls, that of good and bad. This man so confused of life and death, everything so fake, like an oxygen mask not giving you your own breathe. This man is so high in the mind it drives his soul to go deeper, for this man is the soul-keeper. This unnatural man in which his body he contains all souls of good and bad, with-holding all of purity and that of sad. This unusual man and peculiar lifeform climbs a tree and wishes to hit the ground hard but rise ever so softly. This man is so happy on the inside, his soul fakes being happy, on the outside he holds the image of a weaper. This man is the soul-keeper. This man's actions are controlled by battling souls. One fighting the next. Fights of such opposite sides, creating one talisman of sickly health, like a penny with uncontrollable wealth, causing this man to try suicide, but maybe later save himself. Feelings and souls for eachother contain no fond, only creating emotion like magic's wand. This man of such darkness, he fakes being a grim reaper, but deep down he's a victim of trueness. This man is the soul-keeper. In front of him lies a bridge, the smile on his face forces him to cringe. Now on the bridge he walks to the middle, inside his head lays the answer but no riddle. The pure soul now winning makes the man truely think, he displaces the king's crown. He closes his eyes and steps down. He opens his eyes and looks hard at the sky, for in the sky lay doves, many doves in a flock, what he sees is one single hawk. He looks at the other side of the bridge and walks the other half. One sould trying to take control and damage itself causing surprised frights, and another struggling to take him to higher heights. He walks down the side of the bridge, he lights up a spliff and decides to continue down the cliff. In front of him now is the water underneathe the bridge, drowning himself seems like the answer, and his please, his please is only to breathe. His feet now wet, begging for his life, he falls to his knees. Uh-oh here comes the brilliant soul, he looks at the sky with a deep breathe and lets out a laugh, he's decided to build himself a raft. This is a man of such blindness his eyes are used as a peeper, he sees with his beliefs for he is the soul-keeper. He gets to work on his boat, happiness is galore. Inside his head lies a neon black war, this virgin-whore wanders off and decides to save himself some more. PLEASE COMMENT
Reason for writing:
This poem is about one man who contains all of everyones souls inside his own body, and the good and bad souls fight eachother causing his reactions. so one minute he'll be suicidal then the good souls will be winning the fight and he'll love life. how i thought of this poem was, what if one monster contained an exact copy of our souls in his body, and different peoples souls caused his reactions, what would he do? then i got thinking even deeper, and realized this monster exists. this monster is our earth, and look at what we've done to it.
Birth sign: Gemini
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