It shakes the bones that hold me straight:
they crumble,flyaway and my bones become floating feathers.
Fear engulfs my mind, stress becomes the shroud that buries me:
under all the soil and I cannot stop to wither.
My tears are scars, my hopes are barren:
under all the soil and my heart cannot stop beating.
Though the maggots like pearls catch around my neck:
death’s jewellery can never be so tempting.
Every memory I have within, is of the oceans sweeping my corpse away:
and finally in happiness shells, starfish and sand become my everything.