In search
of answers
to the questions
consuming my
soul I found
a strange light
which
disappeared with time
while the wind kept
blowing
the people kept
talking
I kept killing myself
with the thought of denial
with the sheer acceptance of
the inevitable
with a grave symbolism
with portrayal of sheer modesty
I kept numbering those letters
written by the blood
my body couldn't keep with itself
I'm about to get away
from all the sorrows
my placard says
''Greet my saviours with modesty''
I've died a thousand times.