Prayer
Before the one year mark ends
Before I dismember completely
My body wasted on foreign soil
Before I forget who I am
Before the night falls again
Nothing left of who I was
Before I give into lovelessness
Before I cut my own flesh
Short-cut for the coming end
Before I stop dreaming of gods
Before I resign from bathing in holy waters
I rather cry and let the echoes fly off of me
Till they reach my birth mountains