Memories living in every part of my body that now lies
like a corpse;
Breathless and choking the soul cries for Love.
It wants to be cared, wants to care.
Stamped over, knocked down, still doesn’t lose hope;
helps everyone as it still longs for Love.
A heart stabbed way too much, now immune to hurt, yet
waits for someone to come by and cure with Love.
But the world wants more and don’t know what…
The corpse lies, the soul cries and the heart, slowly
dying.
What remains is DISTURBANCE.
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