Deep pains leave the best scars
Like braille on your skin

Follow the story as you feel your way
Through a history written on thin sheets

This debris in which I venture,
has toiled me into a spine,
Thus,
no flesh clings to me as mine,
In me hope nurtures but dare not infuse,
The nocturne drowns in me profuse,
So I cradle the stars and tame them so,
their mysteries I unveil and name them so,
For they ruminate of the suffering of this pearly land,
The sky beholds my gaze unshorn,
If I think of god my breath is worn,
Is to him our flesh awake?
Or a dough for his might to slake,
This seasons are this man torture,
They wilt aways like sand in water,
So to the sky my eyes I keep,
Yet my blood, on earth it lands when my heart it weep,
Oh dear man your heart has a hole!,
From which avades your soul,
If I seek myself whole I would taunt you so,
If I seek myself none I would want you so,

Oh dear muse!
my zeal for you is so profuse,
Oh muse! I feel so unused,
Debarred of that lingering gaze,
Debarred of my flesh awake or an avid grin,
Perpetually behoved to stay ashen,
No yearner in sight,
All have left to write in your praise,
Their heart besotted their mind in haze,
For your beauty plummets their craze,
What of my sullen face?,
How ever shall this daunting envy replace?,
To be whispered and not sighed,
To lay in arms while I cried,
For my imperfection to be a myth,
To have not fears within sit,
To not be a thorn while they search for their rose,
I have envy and I am afraid it shows.

No tear can simmer down the breeze of the ocean inside،
No temple gives this sinner the place to hide,
Death sounds dearer to me than I,
Whose command shall I comply?,
Shead some light that doesn't blind me so,
Shead some light on this black crow.