Lost Soul

I wander the lost lands,
Where morals sink into the sands.
Where fog and mist restrain your sight,
Clouding your inner eye;
Conscience taking flight.

I walk that thin line,
I tred a field mine.
Gray
Neither black nor white.
Penumbra
Neither dark nor light.

I do care,
But not enough if not of me.
I brave on through,
Evil's ever darkening borough.
For the demons,
My desire's perverse minions,
Walk with me.

Am a lost soul,
If ever I had one.
So then am just a man,
Doing all he can,
In this hell hole called earth.