The Fall

[Shahenda]

He stands staring at me
not moving a limb,
I cry and reach out,
he steps back and stands still...
Taking a deep breath I look around;
the grey figures of my friends start to fade,
I call each by his name,
one by one they walk away...
Now its just me and him
getting numb in this tiny hole,
I beg him to save my soul,
but he throws dirt on every bit of me,
leaving me in this darkness,
with black figures feeding on my body,
as they find me better than this piece of white cloth,
Then I hear footsteps echoing
I shout out, but with no hope,
I surrender - close my eyes and weep,
yes, it's by his own hands that I am
doomed to stay here for eternity...