On the List

From the early inhaling
of the cigarette
Death arrived at my
private space again
I knew that I wasn't on
the list this time,
like the last visit he did
with another list

Inside of me, every inch
is quite damaged I thought I died inside my
grandpa's dream
He died in the arms of
Baghdad, since then
I wished he never died
a million times alone

I smiled at death, and my
smile turned into a cemetery, with echoes
asking for forgiveness
Nobody died for me, but
I always dream that I'll die for the human,
who refused to cry if I die

I'm no longer interested to
live a life of homesickness
The thunder and lightning die screaming
to the rain
Death never answered
me, when I asked him

how
He died, when the stars
were clueless about their
death
Just like me