It burns me inside
seeing one corpse
lying flat
hiding beneath it
seven stories
They tell trails
of seven lives
passed upon its soft skin,
bright eyes,
febrile heart,
and bored spirit
So its vision was very hazy
and its body surface was full of scars,
So its soul suffering
day and night.
It was a body seeking
badly for a heart
through seven lives
in seven lands
and seven skies.
Stupidly, it forgot
to search into other hearts,
And one night,
it decided to die
to search into shadow
Illusion,
and thirst
It felt like it’s lost in desert
it was burning too hard
But how could a corpse to feel
and cry..
this was written almost 16 months ago..
