Wanderer

Reckless & dreary,
There stands a soul.
A soul that's been damned
In the words of 'em all.

Soaked in the fuss,
Ferocity in those eyes.
Those eyes that speak volume.
But the lips utter mere lies.

Lost in delirium,
Figments of a greedy heart.
The heart deprived of passion,
No treasures in his cart.

Wins, yet a loser.
Rambling throughout life.
Life that should be a rainbow.
Scarred with his own knife,