Our death?
Is death nothing but a flesh devour?
Could be.
Could be something else,
Something or someone beyond this hour.
A soul breath?
Should be.
Is death letting your spirit free?
Is it our final destination,
Or is it just a passing phase,
Where instead of condemnation,
All of us just advance to the next chase?
In a world out of reach,
All you see is yours to bleach.
Give a hand to others,
Help them see what them really bothers.
Human body is a mortal thing,
But not everyone sees what’s really there within.
Many make it better for them and not for the world itself,
But there are many who have felt,
They are just a ring in the chain of mortal shelf,
And not the chain itself.
If one could see,
How distorted the image of the world is seen,
One would feel the chilling bleach,
That threatens to black and white all that has been,
So there be nothing for the next generations to teach.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment