My nativity at peril
I wanted to stay away from myself
seeking anonymity in inwardness
Death had drawn a circle
my mode of survival depended
on the hopelessness of life
The ant-hills were growing!
The final assault will take place at night
in spiritual depths.
I will be seething with fake acoustics.
Kissing the blue lips of dawn, night bids adieu.
I will move quietly behind the corpse.
A dark tribute to the mother of sorrow.
Flames on river,
my body was burning in blue waves
I was repeating history...
End is the same for all in Death in this world to transport to other world in spirit! So, history of all has to repeat itself as designed by Nature! Knowing this let us be ready for the peaceful journey of spirit sure!