Soul Less Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Lower levels of sanity fill your mind, making you false, insensitive, and extremely persuasive, takeing my heart from me and saranating it, cutting it with a knife, to feast on, cause it makes you stronger, to bring me down, to make me your animal, take my personality, take my friends, take my emotions, and take my life, then walk away and scatter them in your wrath, burning everything you touch, infecting everything you smile at, including my mind, how did you achieve this so fast, how did you turn so Soul Less?