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souls journey
where will my soul go,
when my bones are dry
and the fibres of my muscles
have dissolved into sludge.
the day I pass away,
my soul will begin searching
for the next destination
on its eternal journey
of its prophetic life
it will leave behind my vessel,
to rot along with matrons
of unsatisfied existences
laying side by side
forgotten to atoms and dust
and she will be given to an artist,
a flare, a spark of inspiration
to express the darkest depths
of their own soul and
paint her into their canvas
© Danifrayz
when my bones are dry
and the fibres of my muscles
have dissolved into sludge.
the day I pass away,
my soul will begin searching
for the next destination
on its eternal journey
of its prophetic life
it will leave behind my vessel,
to rot along with matrons
of unsatisfied existences
laying side by side
forgotten to atoms and dust
and she will be given to an artist,
a flare, a spark of inspiration
to express the darkest depths
of their own soul and
paint her into their canvas
© Danifrayz
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