Beloved,
Even when I plug my headset on
And turn the volume to the max,
All I could listen is an understanding silence-
with all its might.
Even when I sit inside a compartment
Rich with light and filled with people,
All I long for is a pacifying darkness.
I feel molten magma rush down my nerves, And my membranes perishing to sediments.
I feel myself peacefully surrendering to death
With each passing moment-
And all I want to do is to join my hands and pray -
Not to save me, please.
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