Poetry Collection " Mutism : The Shadow's Shadow "
CHAPTER 1: " Cage "
Look at this skeleton imprisoned in this body ,
Unable to live by itself ,
Lying in a living braindead corpse ,
Pitiful condition you call Life .
Piles of bones , restrained in nerves ,
Wrapped in muscles like a straitjacket ,
The whole is just like a puppet ,
Nerves are gummy threads , you can't move freely .
Soon ashes to ashes ,
Released and spilled around in the humid air ,
The final evolution of the last memory
Is certainly not what you call 'Liberty'