He lost a soul

[ … Only if he knew,
Then maybe…
Maybe someone could have stopped him… ]

But he didn’t know,
How could he have?
The answers far away…

It wasn’t right,
He knew that too,
But still he had to stay…

Was it wrong or was it right?
Should he follow, should he fight?

Looking at his life, from a different point of view,
And wondering rather if it’s true…

He’s been thinking about you lately,
And trying to change his life...
But read the rules,
Instead of being stabbed by your own knife…

Now he’s crying,
Telling you it’s pure evil what’s inside…
That he really is a good person,
Just looking for the light…

But once there’s no way back,
And you’re captured in the dark…
The only light you’ll ever find,
Is a teeny tiny little spark…