The distant soul from its own body
Staring the shattered existence
Tampered glass is less crackable
The pieces of physical realm
That you or any body
When trying to touch
Will only hurt you
Bruise you and repulse you
Try to mend this body
One billion pices of
Jigsaw puzzle is easier
Each word each gesture of your love
Is a trigger of betrayal
Breaking of dreams
Disappointments of expectations
Death won’t come near this toxic waste
So the soul in purgatory
Waits for the body to die
So it can collect its own pieces
And disappear
So you think you can love me
This wouldn’t know how to love back
Your gentle touch
On bruised and swollen body
Will really havoc and fear
Only to push you away
Life
I write about life
That everybody experiences
Behold the power of senseless existences
Life 