הָגִיגִית.

Shot of poison.

The spring in his greatest blossom,

Cold wind is blowing on my nape

 My favorite poem played in my head.

 Before you came everything was so simple

Now, two years later

 Three words are playing in my head

 And another two words are playing as an answer

Five words are penetrating my body.

 My heart with thousands knifes Inserts

 The first shot is burning in my chest

 The second shot is laxing my grasp

 The third shot is concealing the pain

fourth shot disenchants me  

Fifth shot.

Silence.