What my soul sees.

As the sun sets and the moon rises,
My body stays conscious.

In a place where no love exist,
I rot together with the dead.

As time keeps passing by,
Pleas and shots were heard,
This problem is the downfall of humanity,
When will it end ?

My corpse is no where to be found,
But my soul is still here,
Waiting,
For love to come.

-The End-