What a way to die
Feet running off with your soul
Eyes sealed like heavy doors
Hands I cannot move
Fingers roped and glued
Shadow half torn half sewn
Seeking a life of its own
As mine lies dying
One. Two. Three…
The clock ticks inside of me
Or is it just my frail heart? ?
And unhurried heartbeat
Just the skin, no blood within
The bones all dust and stones
The pain I died for
The body, nothing
more
What else have I to lose?
