When this body dares to throw away its life will it still be frightened of future in its heart?
When this soul departs and travels through those fancy lands heard in stories will it still carry the burden of memories?
When this soul enters the heavenly heaven described in countless books will it still feel the hell inside it?
When this soul is thrown into hell and tortured in all the ways will it still find its inner turmoil the most hellish?
When this soul is ripped off its vision will it still see the darkest tragic future?
When this soul is teared off from rationality will it still reasons why living is gonna be just existing?
When this soul is redeemed off imagination will it still be afflicting itself with countless 'If only" and 'But'?
Dear lady in black, When I knock your inviting door where you would lead me to?
Will it to be the peace I yearn for or the turbulence I fear of??