A lost soul
Floating through purgatory,
Empty fields of grey
With husks shuffling along.
There is no end to limbo,
Walking between the fields,
Hollow husks living in monotony,
Just like when the souls lived.
A lost soul
Floating through purgatory,
Empty fields of grey
With husks shuffling along.
There is no end to limbo,
Walking between the fields,
Hollow husks living in monotony,
Just like when the souls lived.