top of page
The uncoming soul
One waits
For his soul
To come out of the soil
The holy soil
​
Days pass
Months pass
Years pass
​
But, the soul does not come.
​
Then, it hits him:
His soul is slaughtered right before he started to wait for it.
Time
We'll suffer then
The possibilities
​
Time will fly.
​
In the blink of an eye.
​
None will know
What'd happen
Otherwise.
Rotten soul
A rotten soul
Is the product of
An eternal waiting.
bottom of page