I am your death—what you hate and postpone
But you come to at last, gaunt and haggard—
I cry for you, when you’re doomed in me, sink with me.
Love’s never love for me, but hatred is—
You hate me, and I love it wistfully
For gulfs it’s supposed to breed between us,
I flee from love to leave footprints folding
Like creases of smile on my love’s sweet face—
Something I’m cursed never to see in life.
I curse the gods for throwing you to me—
A nightmare you’re doomed to, never to wake up from
A prison cell without a wall to break out of,
For washing my true tears with a croc’s tears.
In all this, I want not you to know this—
I love hate you and I am sorry for this.
But I’m your death—what you hate and postpone
But you come to at last, gaunt and haggard.