Life is killing you.
You wish never to be born.
You don't remember,
waiting somewhere,
having wished to be born at all.
You tried in vain to warn them,
but you were conceived with passion.
Do not condemn them!
They couldn't hear you -
they, too, were conceived involuntarily -
by those who couldn't hear them.
As soon as you entered the world -
you cried out in pain and disappointment!
Yet you were given anything but consolation.
Selfish joy attended your birth.
Another baby born, helpless and wretched,
to be sacrificed to the grim reaper.
