Suspicious Being
Suspicious Being


I want a work like fire,
And a home like graveyard.
I am a mysterious man,
On whom everyone can write satire.
No one is able to understand me,
And none can ever be.
People call me supernatural
But I am an extraordinary being.
For what I am here,
Even I don't know.
I focus only on one thing,
What is present right before my eyes.
I don't fear death,
I don't praise a long life.
I die daily to get up one day to do a thing
To make me immortal forever.