Morph

Carcasses lying on highways

Crosses lining the roads

While nearby for fear of emtiness

They adorned tombstones

Composed canticles

And built temples

Where tranquil walls imbide remorse for ages:

This is my dimension, This is my time

Here I was born, Here i shall die

WHY?? Please...

I saw fear in your eyes

It changed to evil at a closer look...

More veracious as in looking glass

We both knew it, it was me

Who stole the last hoe and shredded

The tickets to heaven of the suffering...

So listen to my so called malice

It is innovatively bottomless...

After the last breath there won't be anyone to tell you

Suffer by gall in your mouth after bolus of emptiness found!

Do you still timidly hope for the meaning of the afterlife?

The afterlife remains on Earth

THE DEAD DON'T KNOW THE MEANING OF LIFE

The afterdeath remains in soil

AS PRINCILE OF A TREE HIDDEN IN SEED

I saw you, thought as a dead game

But the tissue is similar more than enough

Your form was fading day by day

Far more quickly than the thoughts trapped in the past

Would it be different in a coffin?

Graveyard is not the place of sorrow

It is the mind

IN THE END DEATH SHALL STEAL

ITS MEMORIES THINNED DOWN BY THE TIME