lost love

Smart is my soul's heart,
flesh bled strength but not enough,
to have kept me alive.

I did die when the depth
beat stopped.
without a soul's thrive,
what is then to be alive?

Lost a fight, a fight for love
to love itself.

Had I listened to the music
that queried , I would be saved.
Was I minor to have garbaged what warned?

The sky had been comprehensible,
I must have been a child to have defied.
Now wrath buries me.