Never had a Chance

Bleeding on the ground          
I'm dying          
a red stain spreading            
soaking into cloths and hair          
sticky          
dead and not dead          
I will live          
but my soul so mortally wounded          
by past sins and guilt            
the weapons used for murder          
with sharp and cutting thrusts          
my soul never had a chance          
it is so comfortable here          
lying on the floor          
the coolness comforts my flesh          
and I have no place to go          
so I lay here dying          
there is so much I wanted to see          
so much to feel          
oh, and music            
how can I feel the music            
without a soul?          
I let my guard down          
just for an instance          
and society snuck in            
conformity broke in          
and a man carjacked my soul          
so here I am            
contemplating mortality          
It's not so bad dying          
peaceful          
letting go of everything           
oh shit, I'm late for work          
maybe they won't notice          
the stench of my dying soul          
I don't know          
but I think we'll just smell the same