Live Corpse
I'm walking towards the lake,
Staring at my reflection.
Lost in my thoughts.
A figure lies at the bottom.
It's a body,
A fresh corpse that lies at the bottom.
It's a man.
As I watch his corpse,
He rises up,
And slowly rises to the surface.
He floats in mid-sized.
He listens like diamonds.
His eyes are closed shut,
A golden light shines behind him,
As if he were an angel,
His eyes open,
He smiles at me.
He takes my hand.
I am with my live corpse...
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