Lost Soul

By Crystal Dragon Yuushi


My soal left me the day I was born
From then on, my heart was torn.
I never cared, nor did I trust,
I never loved, just left people in the dust.
Twisting plastic and metal with mind,
Such was only done by those of my kind.
I carry a doll which uses herself,
She is what I have lost even though she sits in my own shelf.
Though the reason I don't take her- my soal that I lost,
Is just my torture; and for what I have done, this is my cost.
But what is a soal?
Does it exist?
These questions only answered
With the power of a psychic blast.
A psychic blast that can only be created by me,
But I have lost what matters most for anybody.
A soal.  A lost soal.
And without it, I cannot pay my growing toll.