Picking up pieces like verses from broken songs withering daisies losing hope, knowing they will be gone Dying freshness like on death bed, of a pale old monk Withering sunflowers losing sunshine, knowing they will be gone A cracked glassware waiting to be broken and torn, I hung by a thin thread tied to a sharp edge losing faith, knowing i will be gone. Like there is eternal silence before a storm Everything precious in my life was dying their silent pain preceding the death of my dawn the day had come, it was a dark night as and when i jumped to death giving up on life, not wishing to live anymore it took me a nano second to make my life end what happened soon after was nothing but pitch black no pain no sensation, deadly blankness at me just simply stared While the world thought i had killed them by deserting them and my baby, my Iris, was also almost already dead; as the world thought i was selfish living for myself, i was actually fighting a battle of my own life and death The jump didn't hurt me surprised i was as much as you are forget about killing me, the jump offered me another chance like rising sun, and the twilight before, my eyes opened as my body laid on the road i got up, and checked my hands, legs and nose everything was in a perfect piece, telling me i would still go on. never ever had i thought before that i would be where i was that night scared of my own self for repeating the same mistake, i ran again from myself trying to save my soul, my mind and my head. My baby, she was away and lonely on her own quest, i had nowhere else to go, but until she came back i ran and ran and ran again, from the world, from myself, and from a repeted potential self inflicted death like zombied frankestien, i was a body, nothing rest awaiting my baby to return for she had the heart that would fit perfectly in my chest only then would i be really myself again, i knew so i ran back in circles waiting for her plane to land. today as i write this, you know alive is my hand nature has this stern rule of life, where the dead is not allowed to come back and yet i am here, having fought all odds, trying to reclaim my place, a palace of cardboard box have i defied nature? or has nature broken its own law? i know your love has protected me goddess iris, i was and i am, your lover reborn.