"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