Scourge consumed my wake in the growing path
I fed fear with awe; my hope grew unbecomingly

The face I unravelled the world with—in half
them to love me wholly is wishful thinking; chaotic rather

An old, dreadful time of which I lived in
reminiscing nullifies bliss

Faith anew is pain in another round
I, alone, revolve in bane; no more radiant

To unveil partially—my life is enough
like the moon, I hide myself in half

Memories of affliction scarred; lament under the dark heaven