The immortal soul of the mortal.

This hollow cold shell I call my body Has become the cell of my soul I can feel it was once free and pure But that was long ago It feels of sorrow and longing now Time has not been kind to this soul I feel everything it had been through I am not it's first I will not be its last cell But it is not I who holds the key For the key is held by the very thing it keeps in This soul has dark corners that are darker than the darkest depths of the sea I can feel it's pain I can not sooth it's cries It longs for another Who understands it's pain This soul will take time to heal But heal it shall.