I Will Be Born Out Of Death!

Does she lick my wounds and heal them?

She pampers my agony so horridly.

I so cognitively move towards her,

And yet it’s unpredictable so vividly.

I know she will tear my soul from my body,

Like batiste from cactus.

Yet it appeases me to learn,

That she will free me from this status.

Lest my words accompany me,

Else who will rejuvenate her meaning?

Though she exists hiddenly,

We all feel her being.

To me, the day is earnestly awaited,

When even she will die,

The world is ephemeral and it will detonate,

I long an eternal Garden to lie.