worry-free

Tired from gravity,

Weary from negativity,

Heavily being swept by time.

Questions plague my peace,

Wanting the lies to cease,

Grease has splattered my name.

...BUT I AM METAMORPHOSIZED...

This world is NOT my home!

What they say about me,

They say about a deadman,

The slop hurl at me,

Can not hit me,

For I am a being of a different place; of eternity.

They can not hurt me.

I have died to this world,

And can live worry-free.