My aim was to say "yes, I lived."
The bells are ringing, their sounds filling the air,
The flowers are popping, not that I would care.
In the distance, two bees are playing,
Next to them, old women are praying.
They don't mind the two bees, neither would I,
Are not approving nature's loud cry.
The bees fly away, I wish I could too,
But creatures are holding me back for you.
They scratch on my back, making my skin shiver.
Asking in a deep hue "were you a liver?"
I say "yes, of course, I was only the best.
Searching for luck, pride, it was a quest."
They step closer to me, whispering in the ear
"how about you tell us about your fear?"
I widen my eyes, I want to jump back,
But cuffs are being wrapped around my neck.
I am trapped, I am helpless, I get smaller and smaller,
They keep staring and grinning, they are taller and taller.
I sit down, as little as I am, afraid,
Not for the creatures but the spirit to fade.
They ask again and again, I can't control,
I shiver again, it is leaving my soul.
And again, the question 'did you live, did you catch fire?'
I nod for sure but they shout "no, you liar!"
And suddenly they are gone and back are the bells,
Except the roses on my chest, I cannot smell.
I look up to the sky and see Heaven is near,
A hysterical giggle from the dark is reminding me:
I never lived, knew only fear.
