there is a lily on my eyelashes
weeping with every blink
when the door of my soul shuts completely
the lily will spill out of my
dreaded soul
and cover the grey ground in red
the grass of my body will overtake
each street and
i will decompose like a common carrot
in the midst of winter
where no one will remember my name
the snow will keep falling
burying me sweetly
with a lily on top of my
unmarked grave
where my soul lies is different story
if my consciousness survives then i am alone
at least with a body you can feel
within your own mind
you are all alone.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
there is a lily on my eyelashes
weeping with every blink
when the door of my soul shuts completely
the lily will spill out of my
dreaded soul
and cover the grey ground in red
the grass of my body will overtake
each street and
i will decompose like a common carrot
in the midst of winter
where no one will remember my name
the snow will keep falling
burying me sweetly
with a lily on top of my
unmarked grave
where my soul lies is different story
if my consciousness survives then i am alone
at least with a body you can feel
within your own mind
you are all alone.