When pain inflicted on my soul,
I wondered what it said,
When love showed on my body,
I put the world on fire to breathe,
Tell me, my dearest,
Will my wounds spread the pain?
Dark sky coloured my thoughts,
When pain spoke its mercy,
I screamed to let go of my soul,
But, I suffered in times of ignorance,
Tell me, Deathra!
Which sold my soul to you?
Surviving cruelties inflicted in wounds,
I began to crawl for life’s truth,
Tell me, mistress,
Did you consent with pain to carve me?