Take me
to the most beautiful graveyard,
where I may breathe the aura of my sins,
where my sufferings unfold
like white flags—
symbols of peace
amidst a war.
A grave adorned with a garland,
a quiet no man’s land.
I shall not be the keeper of my grave;
it will belong to the stars.
Stardust will dissolve into me,
my skull and bones returning to thee.
Hair falling away,
nails slowly peeling,
I grow light as a feather—
the weight of being, shedding.
I have devoted myself to this world
as I once did to my first love.
From childhood
to these fractured days,
my memories remain
crystal clear.
I cannot move,
I cannot breathe—
I am dying, I swear.
So do not weep over my death;
this is not my end.
It is the rebirth of a beauty within
that once coursed through my veins.
This is the end of the body—
but the soul
endures,
immortal,
into eternity.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC