it's trapped by the souls that surround it , the ones that blind it and distract it's path. Once it's unable to see the path of light.. it's intrigued by the voice of the once beloved, the old flame that had once kindled it.. the voice brings back memories, it searches in the darkest of hours for hope, love and comfort.
Incrementing of the days when it used to matter, the days of happiness and comfort, it seeks this stranger, for the stranger smells of a light that remensitley glowed upon this lost soul..
through the desire and desperation with all determination it awaits to be re kindled with this lost soul, but alas...
it is a trap.. the bait that lures in the sick, the live bait that dangles in front of a hungry lion.. the soul is tempted to take it, but it quivers, it reminds itself of the void and how the bait tastes ever so sweet, but one bite might reel it's soul back in and it will forever be lost in the void that it lingered in for so long...
As the bait dangles in-front of the yearning soul it reaches to grab it, but it isn't the bait that attracts it but the soul that is handling it..
A sudden light shines down on the lost soul and it's reminded that the fisherman is a black whole.. forever dwindling in the abyss ...
the bait does not exist and the soul is staring into the eyes of the dark abyss.. forever tempted by it's desires and sin...
it will never take the bait again.. it will never be reeled in.. for it's a soul that seeks to be found within it's void..
the void is found within the soul only if the soul exists within a void..
the void is transparent and a figment of imagination to the soul...
it continues to seek .. yearning for truth and prosperity..
never to take the bait again...
the voice of the once beloved becomes clear as the howls of the hungry and wicked...
the dance with the devil might seem tempting to the lost soul..
but not tempting enough, as it would rather die lost than to be tempted by it's own demons..
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