Saturday, July 7

Conversion



Hovering over my dead body
I see you dancing to no tune
What death means to you
I could never think
You stare into my eyes
I have no expression to return
This stoppage pains me
I wish to float with you
Just like a lie can cut
I lie here so open
Without nothing to stop you
I am your poor minion
An empty space on this floor
I am no drug for you
Will you ever feel me once
I doubt this only dream
Yet you turned me into this
I just don’t see why this you’d do