Burn my fairy-tale gifts- those
lovely flowers, beads, words and colours,
like you burned my Love and faith!
Heart is a treacherous fellow
because it still beats for you;not for me:
If it cries, 'll cut it's veins and
send it to the shore where silence blooms.
Here is my blood; Here is my flesh:
Drink , eat and be a merry boy.
Don't need a life once more.
Don't want to love once more.
One who fails in Love,
hates to resurrect!
One who fails in Love,
fears to resurrect!