Right where we thought
we are in heaven
a tuck on our flesh
started to smell bitter

it was long when we were dead
we realized
instead of reincarnation
we choose to stay otherwise

silent we were not
when it came unto us
because we are swayed
to be a weed and spread
with a fuss

we talk about clones
we talk about wealth
but lost the grace
to grovel down our
own self

why are we trying
hard to loose it
when its already lost
but we never stop to
prove it.

yes; we are dead
and life is just
sneaking upon the gaps
where u left your scabs.