In the lap of death…

Ablaze is the fire,

Inclement is the snow,

Life unstable on the bier,

In the domain of death with servitude, I flow…

 

Mellow is the feather,

Callous is the stone,

Oh! So many my wishes, my hanker’s galore,

Disappeared in the void of vanity unknown…

 

Captivating is the flower,

Repulsive is the thorn,

As a burden on mankind, whom do I stand for?

When only with detest, not passion or care, I am bestowed…

 

Born is an inception,

Dead is an end,

Between them, oh! My friends,

A desire named you is left, to grieve & despair…

– Composed somewhere between 1994 to 1999

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