I stared at his form, the body in repose
Stared at it as if it were alive still
But his being had left, circled by crows
Upon the top of a steep, abandoned hill
There was nothing left in him
But I still stared
For the face looked alive in pain
For his flesh had withered
As if nobody cared
And he lay there alone
While his spirit ascended
Stared at it as if it were alive still
But his being had left, circled by crows
Upon the top of a steep, abandoned hill
There was nothing left in him
But I still stared
For the face looked alive in pain
For his flesh had withered
As if nobody cared
And he lay there alone
While his spirit ascended
Spiral stairs
