Nomad Soul

 

 

Inside a black box they hid him

Pouring gallons of water drowning the box
Filling the waters with giant sharks
Growing forests around the waters
Breeding monsters among the woods
Blowing winds outside the forests
With dragons securing the perimeter
All he dreamed was to grow little fins, legs and wings
Instead they broke his limbs
Tearing flesh and boiling the bones
Drinking the soups and feasting on his fears
Darkness, my friend, why do you answer
Why do you stay at an arms distance when everything else is afar
Would he become a monster they bet
I say, he is about to perish, why bet on a rotting soul.
Whilst his soul hangs between the heaven and hell
Grumble and leave empty handed you maggots
For he is neither a monster nor an angel
Another stranger, a nomad, traveling between the worlds!