Met My Soul

Last night I met with my soul on a cold dark road
Fed up of me many many years ago
Any idea what it is to be dead like me?
Do you think you'd be able to feel when dead like me?
This morning I cut out my heart
Held it in my hands, wasn't functioning to well anyway
My body is decimated by disease & gloom
So hopeless, so tired, so lifeless
The ghosts I use to see don't scare me anymore
I'm one of them
My soul again departed on that cold dark road