The story of Leeza

I guess I have forgotten when / how did I get around on earth.

It was such a long lost feeling.
I was around for so long that I have forgotten most of the stuffs in the past.
But I was here for a long long time.
Sometime I got sleepy, fallen into deep sleep
Usually waking up at a different "world"
Sometime I guess things could stay the same or I would meet the same person
Or the same creature again.

Too bad that it's seem to be an impossible task.
I wonder if I could stay awake for a long time to see more stuff.
But I can't stay forever.  My body force myself to sleep
Sometime I don't even have time to say goodbye the world

It was way colder back then.
I remember staying in a lake for most of my time.
I remember there were more bigger size animals.
I still remember the time when I found that I woke up outside of the lake.
Somehow I was still able to live on the ground.
I learn to walk, to run . but I still prefer living under the water.

There was the time when there was no human
And then here's come the "human" time.
The prime time of the homo sapien

Everything has change after that.

The sick black bones.
There were the smell of their sick black bones.
Eating up the meat from the back. The legs of a fat meat from a creature that we don't know
What does it mean to be death, or being eating
The talks of killing the creature make the meat feel so sinful.
Does it make it make tasty, but how would it be.
Do you know that "creature" that they have disgusted?

They are Having part of me
They spent days and days hunting
Just to want to get a taste of my meat.
and so call ever' lasting life they said.

There will be the curse of the depression
The curse of sadness
Only if they know about the truth
They will never understand the pain

They set up trap and spent all those days
I wonder if they are only wanted to hunt me
The meats become themselves
They will become part of me
They will become the prey
There is No ending
They will be become one of us.

The black bones of the "creatures" has become one
And one day, there will be a new group of hunters.
Dying to taste our black bones

To their lives and silliness.

That's the story of Leeza. I have written the story during Dec. Then it became a drawing. 
I started to want to call them "Leeza" I was trying to look up my writing but I wasn't able to find "Leeza"