Lost Soul

This is a poem I wrote in school about adolescence.

Lost Soul

A cold desolate body lies on the floor
The soul is gone walked through deaths door
The body is empty, he is dead
But not the soul, it needs to be led

It roams the dimension of the fourth
Looking for a way to exit to the north
But there is no way out of hell
This Satan knows but he won't tell

For all eternity that soul did roam
Searching, seeking never finding a home
Now it roams because its all it knows
It has no friends it has no foes.