Gone

Be quiet! He sleeps...
This monster in a heap
Of baggy flesh and rotted bones,
Yet still he dares to breath.

As if he were
Among us living things.

Pass him by, before he wakes.
Least we provide,
A new body part to stake.

Don't scream or grab my back.
In front of you I brave,
But so far away is your sound,
Ans such big hands can't be found,
Upon your little body.

Gone.