wht i deserve !~

The beauty is not for me;
The perfumed garden is suffocating;
The flute sound makes me cry;
I feel tired in celebration .

Find me among the debris….
Awake whole night with the wounded bird ..…
in company of a dying flower.…
At the funeral of a chopped tree.

I stand behind all the losers.
The nightmares get peace in my mind.
The death agony plays the immortality tune for me;
…wish to take rest among bloody dead bodies

The fire heals my pain;
The destroyed lives cause my rebirth;
Poison satisfies my thirst;
The beauty is not for me .