every morning i get up
and enter my coffin
i enter and want life
to peep in
i wait for someone
to lift the lid
and send a shaft
of light
a ray of hope
a blessing of delight
but i who carries
the dead weight
of my person
does not know
how to shed
the shroud of darkness
which you cloaked me with
something i did not deserve
i turn into dust
in this life itself
you breathed death
into me
for my sin
of loving you
