A dead man's soul
Night has fallen,
The shadows confined
Scene after scene,
No one intervenes.
There was no denying.
He lay there dying.
No real notion of time.
His crossing undefined.
A sad moment indeed,
No one is there to hear his silent screams.
Grasping, for a moment of repent,
Darkness surrounds, his last movements, so intense.
Gripping reality between fiction,
Remember the innocence of his convictions.
Tugging tighter a his chest,
Moments after, he's laid to rest.