I was suffocating in my grave
So I sat up on my tombstone
All others seemed to be sleeping
Only I was sitting all alone

A soulless spirit of a dead
Is what I have become
After meeting with my death
I became useless and numb

My body lay covered in blood
And went unnoticed for hours
Till then rigormortis started
Wilting like the fallen flowers

I was stabbed multiple times
Before being thrown in the drain
Robbers snatched everything
And left me dead in the rain

It surely was not my death call,
To die early than my actual time
Now I dwell in this spirit form
Remembering the hideous crime...


©sim