The Final Moments

After a million deaths

When the final one comes

I will die painlessly

For my habit of suffering

My spirit shall rise

Move in your search

Shall find your smell

And pretend I don't love you

I will scream your name

Insensitivity shall reach its peak

I will shatter another time

To be made for you, one day

Like glasshouses, Everywhere

Where no where, I would be

Then a day shall come

I will become your son

You will shower all your love

And then you will frown

When I pronounce your name

Like I now do now...