I have heard that death has many faces.
twice have I tried to kiss the sun,
and twice did I get stung by failure,
now these scars announces my wrong.
I saw a face of death today,
he stared me in the eye and took my will,
sold it to the one bidder who I shouldn’t sell to,
and made a mess of my entire soul
like different paints splattered over a marble floor.
I was served a plate of hell after several Mannas from heaven,
and I pounced on it like a snake courting a toad for food.
the numerous pregnancies of pure bliss was aborted,
by the fire of moods wheeling away the will of heaven.
and while still looking at the sun,
I can feel its sting,
and I fear that dusk is beginning to dawn,
and death is planning to live with me again.