Old Souls -

Bare feet on a stool

Neck attached to the ceiling

By a length of rope

His last words read

A debt too great to pay

I must end myself

A shadow enters

All dressed for business

He whispers a last word

In the noosed man’s ear

The soul flies, the reaper jar

The marksman returns for his bullet back

You’ll sell your body to get this soul back

Value in submission

It ends in the minute when they

Forgot their own name

Living his life caught in a forgotten dream

Standing there mouthing silent pointless…

He walks ill at ease

Through the dregs of the city

Man with a mask made of skull

The reaper’s enemy

To not let them go

He lost his name to the bottom of the oceans

Unpayable debt

Echoes of life

His soul flies, the reaper jar

Where the water meets the sky

With the moon submerged

Here is where we’ll sell them

In dead of night

Echoes of life contained within a jar

The rarest matter in creation

Traded and sold