Two eyes looked at the sky It was endless, it was dry
It was difficult for him to look up, but he did try
Few drops of rain touched the barren soil
It wasn’t rain it was his cry.
He bent on his knees and touched his shadow
It was dark, it was hollow
He was drowning deep in misery, hope was shallow
He had fear for those who were to follow.
He closed his eyes, tried to lift himself up
Burden was heavy on his shoulders, he had to give up
He talked to himself and said”now I am fed up”
He lost his faith, he felt disgusting for looking up.
Burden was heavy on his shoulders, he had to give up
He talked to himself and said”now I am fed up”
He lost his faith, he felt disgusting for looking up.
He wanted to live, he wanted to be free.
He felt his childhood when he touched the tree.
He hanged the rope leaving behind the worry of three
He said his last lines and wished for the end of this spree.
“Life is a supper, death is a feast.
You might be a god, but I am an atheist.”