THEIR SOUL WILL HAVE TO WAIT

A coat with empty pockets and a non-stop sleepless brain filled with opposite opinions about the same thing, just to fill the void, no reason to break their bubble, to be hungry, homeless, anxious or paranoid. Not tired enough to be asleep, the darkness of their broken heart is now too damn deep. Leave them alone, the world is their home, and if they need, they know where to go to get some. Their inner child is growing old, their soul feels empty now that it has been removed and sold. Alone, in a sea of people watching them move, where there is no God and nothing else to prove. Walking on that thin line, dividing the reason and the insanity, their worst problem is that fucking disorder of personality. Throw them to the eternal heat from Hell, either way the path they took wasn´t well. Little red dots on a daily vision, their life have completely lost what once was their true mission. Whisper that magic words to their ears, although you know everything you say will end up in awful tears. Don´t visit or call them again, your voice is only going to cause them more of that self destructing feeling to deal with an unbearable pain.