Amnesty for a lost soul

Buried in a dungeon dug deeper than the ocean can go
The dear soul crumbled everyday
Spear tightly held 
The desire being never to let go
Time crawled,heart beat slowed and fate quivered
Day in and out craved for a seeker
Meekly none came

The moon engulfed by the clouds
The ship sailed backwards
Towards doom
Zoom in and see
Once upon a starred night he loved
Stuck in a bullet proof case
Flowers would prefer a vase
Like the sand through the hour glass
So are the days of our lives
One prayer makes sense,amnesty for a lost soul


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