The final moments before being a ghost of the forgotten and darkness(by kishern manickam)

Rain spatters on the windows,
Vain clatters on the heart,
For the truth has foretold,
For life shall change,
In a insanely way,
Mayhem and Lucifer mocks,
with laughters and insults,
From a innocent soul,
To a forgotten,
Thus filled with pure evil and darkness,
The soul cannot be refilled with good ,
Nor can it be filled with blight,
As hopes and wills are too late,
To restore the soul to the unforgotten,
The soul roams around the faces,
Of thee plights,
The soul roams around the laces,
Of thee flights,
Faces of laughter and happiness,
Without thee,
Sends the soul to the path of vile inceptions,
Laces of bridges and paths,
Without thee,
Fends the soul to the path of vile deceptions,
To be a forgotten being,
Is great torture and chaos,
For the soul can no longer bear,
The hinders of  evil