"While death consumes us" immediately makes me think of Donnie.
THE LOST SOUL
He lost out on too many today's
Missed out on friends along the way
In his life the past was self-imposed
He walked his path with yesterday's ghosts
Dreams were replaced with nightmares
He saw scorn in people's stares
The heartbreak he could not avoid
He lived his life as paranoid
Escape was there had he reached out
But his preference was a life of doubt
A bottle was his only friend
He paid his dues with shots of gin
They saw him and immediately turned away
He'd driven them off to their
dismay
It's hard for loved ones to intervene
In a life that's lived in Halloween
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