The Valley of Lost Souls

Along the heavens and the earth
was being formed a place of corruption,
with remnants of the desires
that led the rest of all existence
to a gradual destruction.

Where good could not prevail,
for there was nothing to distinguish
impulse from reaction.
Where life would always fail
and progress was replaced by consumption.
Where stagnant in a vicious circle
fallen souls would lack of purpose,
lost within the pain of a forgotten world.

In clouds of regrets yourself you found.
On piles of the things that kept your gaze low
and your urges bound to expand and grow,
beyond your capacity to grasp
what you lost in your attempt to find
what you wanted.
By your wounded flesh you were defined,
to all its cravings attentive
but to its needs blind.