You asked me what I want from you,
I’m happy to oblige.
I simply want my soul which you…
You laugh, for you know you can’t bring,
Anything back from death;
Because once you murder something…
It is gone.
You know you can’t change what you’ve done,
And what you never did.
You walk headfirst into the sun…
Why did you always walk on by,
While I bled under your feet?
You knew my soul was going to die…
And let it.
So, don’t ask me what I want.
You know it is no use.
My soul left long ago to haunt…
I want my soul back! Give it back!!
I’m hollow bones and skin!
Why did you let me slowly die….
In your sin?
K. Aldaya, 4/25/16