"Did you hear that?"
"Sssshhhhh......"
"hear"
'It is nightingale'
'No, no it is lark'
'oh you are such a catastrophic'
'it has to be lark,'
'love is Shakespearean'
'life is denial'
'it's time....'
'yes, it's time, it's time to write death poem'
(the other person stares)
"to what I owe this breath ******,
to what I know this death moody,
lingered upon your wish to die,
to die is intellectual lie
into the circle out in snow,
thus I entered thus I just go"
(Beloved reader, by the way, that was nightingale, imitating lark,
lark was never a bird, it had always been our conviction.)
Here I enter
enter to take the knife from your hand
I cut my throat everyday
Catastrophe is an existence
my friend is a traitor
he did not held my head in lap
one last time
reincarnation is suffering
agony is overrated
overrating is an agony
thus I must not live
thus I must not live
thus I must not live
