A severed man,

connected by a ghost

that he hid inside.

Separated from the rest,

he will watch them die.

His arms are his legs,

and his legs are his hands.

His hands hold his eyes,

on his pupils he’ll stand.

He sees them walk,

over him on right feet.

He sees them walk,

but he can’t bend his knees.

The man tries to talk,

but the people, they leave.

The man tries to live,

but his life starts to flee.

The mouth on his chest,

spreads it’s lips gleefully.

This man tilts his head,

starts to laugh and then screams.