The unseen (reworked)
A poet with no voice
A wandering soul
Abandoned by life
Restlessly seeking for a goal
Something worth a strive
His tears were carried by the wind
His screams unnoticed and suppressed
He can't be heard, felt, seen
And unaware the world goes fast
Remains from the past resemble a shiny light
Fragile, innocent, and finite
Unaware they used, abused and fleed
And no more is left for the fight
It is set this way
A world of decay
His own beliefs
Are now to stay
Desperate, he pleads
Until the existence ends
Just make this sadness
When that poor soul needed the most
Unaware they turned their backs
Unaware the light they seized and lost
Is now what it lacks
You could do more
You could do less
They only made him wrong
They made him careless
Remains from the past resemble a shiny light
Fragile, innocent, and finite
Unaware they used, abused and fleed
And no more is left for the fight
It is set this way
A world of decay
His own beliefs
Are now to stay
Desperate he pleads
Until the existence ends
Just make this sadness
A wandering soul, malignant
Hears his cries and agony
It calls to him, reluctant he goes
Because there's nothing left to live
It offers love, it cares, but never says the price
Takes his soul and wears, to satisfy its perversion
Drains until it's done, or there's some use for a sacrifice
If there's no one, then that's his path to termination
Remains from the past resemble a shiny light
Fragile, innocent, and finite
Unaware they used, abused and fleed
And no more is left for the fight
It is set this way
A world of decay
His own beliefs
Are now to stay
Desperate he pleads
Until the existence ends
Just make this sadness
Go away!