A sharp killing pain aches my head,
Growing voidness of tormenting loneliness crushes my heart,
Absurdness of being and never-mended anguish suffocate my mind,
Tiresome never-ending exodus,
And fearsome lifeless illusory worries of life
Compose my senses indifferent.
At the summit of all these celebrations,
Brain-the Bethlehem and Golgotha of my thoughts-
Conducts the fireworks for the festival of my agony.
I am consecrated with an enlightenment that
I exist. Yes, I do.
I suffer, therefore I am