A soul overturned,
bodies gone cold.
Her ghost stained eyes
look into the light
of an unknown land.
She wanders alone,
hopelessly searching for something
long since forgotten.
Through the vacant desert, she glides,
as she feels rough hands come near,
a metal death she was forced to bear.
Jagged edges tearing through her.
A burned memory runs through her head,
a sad song on repeat.
This is what it’s like to be dead.