Life...

Elements of Life

Am Dead

No more art which I'll paint
No more passage which I'll write
For me, Am dead like a fallen wood
The bugs are around trying to eat

Am in a spiraling web, a self made one
Waiting for the spider called the death
Bound from top to bottom, motionless
I want to leave all that which so dearth

I was happy some moments ago, but...
The Axe was sharp which cut me half
I can see the color of blood
Pure red from my bleeding calf

I can see those faces in masks
Blurred under the cover of eerie dark
Why Am listening to this distant song
The music comes out from a deadly silence