O my desolate being,
Make me solid matter!
Cease my consciousness
Into pieces I will shatter.
This sense of torment
So painful so unbearable,
This human life only hurts
Creating unlimited trouble.
If I become hilarious,
Grief starts stepping,
Tears fill my eyes as if
Life is only for weeping.
O sands of Time,
Make me particle!
I can't bear this burden of life
It's a cage, an ornamental buckle.
Mar 2, 2024
Mar 2, 2024 at 6:47 AM UTC
O my desolate being,
Make me solid matter!
Cease my consciousness
Into pieces I will shatter.
This sense of torment
So painful so unbearable,
This human life only hurts
Creating unlimited trouble.
If I become hilarious,
Grief starts stepping,
Tears fill my eyes as if
Life is only for weeping.
O sands of Time,
Make me particle!
I can't bear this burden of life
It's a cage, an ornamental buckle.
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