Stretched out on the ground,
A being,
With a thousand wounds.
Lifeless without a shadow
Who hears him?
Who understands him?
No voice he had,
No words to say.
No soul he had.
A body that was once,
moving happily
Living his life with the ones,
He loved.
The God decided to take him
For he had lived his life,
Till now, what he had done,
What he had been,
Were all merry dreams
As peace touched ,
He came out of the dream.
Now all he had been left with,
Was a body so firm.
Compare it to a stone!
As he whishpered,
"I'm ready to go!"
"Pufffff!" His soul was gone.