Elegy for a soul - It is dead to this world

I feel so empty but not dark
No thoughts of sex or rape or
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Or drink or drugs
Or comment cabbages or rant-kings
Can heal me.
No dark desire or light talk
will remove these wings from my shoulders
And I'll grow no horns,
and march to no war
and smile nor cry no more
and be no human.
The Greeks most likely have a word for this
Though 'ennui' does not fill this void.
I have sailed the darkest seas of the soul
Tasted and tried each charred ember
to give only a cold reaction.
What sound shall my soul sing?
Only in music do I feel a soul
And when the music ends I fall down
Down to the depths of removal.
I look at the world,
Some semblance of despair flickers
the evil could be purged
the great made many
for the common cannot die,
the vacuous popular things filled
with resplendant meaning
and my words given ears to like them.
Oh.
For a soul.
For in my soul lies the world, one step at a time.