I’m looking for a body.

Someone said...
He’d been torn to pieces and abandoned aside for a long time.
Once he tried to re-construct himself, but something’s just not right.
Since the chopped heart missing, sewing back completely looked
so impossible.
That’s why he began the trip to find the way for healing.

However...
The journey was full of failures, frustrations, depressions, and indifference.
Mercilessly being stricken, the body with merely resistance to these.
At last, he realized the trip made him much more close to fragmentation,
but rather then revivification.

Now...
He’s vanished, hiding in someplace no one touches him.
Expecting the coming days of restoring, the day like he was once a man before.

Maybe someday, you’d see him.
Smile like a man but with no emotion;
Breathe like a man but with cold exhalation;
Watch like a man but with no spirit.

I’m looking for a body, a dead body.