You just bury me in coffin,
Where loneliness is the shroud;
Or use the casket of tranquillity,
With my pondering as grave good;
Just hide me in anonymous Ash,
Make my presence into cage of absence;
Or plunge my breaths in cessation,
With bizarre frame of dejections;
You just parcel my soul away from me,
It’s good to be buried deadly beneath;
I don’t want to walk like bony skeleton,
Hollow but full of hunger and greed;
You just burn your double standards,
Wash the paint of so-called innocence;
Or paint my face too,
By holding devil in your hand;
