If I live to die
I shall cry till my heart faints
In bets, I found lust behind that vain lady
She says does the moon shine like my charming face

Sun burns bright or does gold turn to diamond rust
Tigers tread on such an ablation
Soon a dull ache will turn into a whisper
Hear that Eli Eli Sabbachtani cry in my sea of change

Strangers with electric fur and wires
It has been years since I heard you
Most prey whisk away from my thin hands
She says,"Je suis trop peur pour toi." with some concern

Live or die
Apples fall from trees, they rot
Spring season reminds us things, we slept
Winter, that once was a warm shelter now shivers and wilts