The Inner Stream

[Da Prophecy]

His eyes are without motion,

Without blink.

The face is a blank slate.

His body appears lifeless,

Without warmth.

But death has not collected

Another soul for the abyss.

Contentment has just wrapped his arm

Around this figure that resembles a man

Once blind with rage.

Yet on the inside there is a stream

Of misery and shortcomings

That never dries out,

And his soul is drowning in it.

[beautifuldisaster]

Though I couldn't see any rhymes, it was rather easy to read.

I like it a lot!

[Da Prophecy]

Thanks for the reply. I wrote this pretty fast without taking much time to plan this out. The lack of rhyme was intentional.