The familiar face of darkness,that crept closer to me,
As I stood,tied on chains,limbs by limbs..
It started wishpering,how hated I am,and I laughed..
But tears fell as if pearls from my eyes,and heart bleeding with sadness .
Of course to drink the alcohol,mixed specially for me,
I have to be a drunkard..
I have to be a sinner,so that sin accepts me as its own..
I have to be broken,so that darkness embraces me in pity..
I have to suffer the thousands of hells,so that hell becomes mine..
I have to be a looser,so that loss starts the win..
Looking at the familiar faces of darkness,whom I dearly hugged at one time..
The bitter tears afterwards,became fine wine..
And drunk in the wine,I sat,looking at the familiar faces..
Without knowing which is not mine
