I can see through your eyes,
The flavor of the death,
Regreting the ultimatum,
Fear of the judge.
Your corpse is new with stories buried,
Used in anatomy classes with your body opened,
I can see your liver, lungs and other organs,
Touched with white gloves.
You became an object,
All your life forgotten,
Everything faded.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
I can see through your eyes,
The flavor of the death,
Regreting the ultimatum,
Fear of the judge.
Your corpse is new with stories buried,
Used in anatomy classes with your body opened,
I can see your liver, lungs and other organs,
Touched with white gloves.
You became an object,
All your life forgotten,
Everything faded.
This ideia came from a brazilian fictional book in which a medicine student decide to investigate life of those corpses studied in anatomy classes.
*Forgive me if I made mistakes, my English isn't very good