Don't confuse me with greedy thoughts or wishful embraces.

I must go beyond that.

Not worry about anyone.

Not love anyone.

Where there is no light or sky.

To a place that is called "hate".

A town of fear.

I will become death. If I do so, pain will disappear.

Sometimes, during a private torture, I close my eyes, and feel the pain as I lie down.

I embrace the pain.

And lovingly caress all the pain.

If I do so, the pain will disappear.