The day I died,
My soul came out holding
Its nose, like it could
Not bear the stench.
It didn't look back or wait.
It escaped from gap between
Unbecoming of my name
Into a corpse.
What will this bird out
Of the cage would do?
For I haven't taught her
Any songs too.
I already see a limp
In its wings,
Can sour to the heights
It wishes to reach?
But then it enters another
Body before I could
Empathize with it a bit.
Souls have no loyalty, ain't it?
Flaunting its body-count
Like it's a Manther,
It goes on lusting for better
Cages and skeletons,
To collect bounty in terms
Of carnal misery of the body
That comes with every
Mortal's mortality.