Ankhagram Letters From The Past Vol.1 Again To hear silence... To feel violence.. once again To see tenderness... To be in loneliness... forever... i'm killing myself again and again I die I cry I cry I die again and again I cry I die not feeling a pain I cry Buried He lived in home ....Nobody has come to him He lived alone ....Alone in his dreams and his fears The life was empty and silent Lonely as if the moon He silently cried looking on the dark sky And wanted to die The people were souless ....To him and to his life He lived in loneliness ....Nobody gave him by love His life was empty and silent Deprived of any hopes He silently cried looking on the dark sky And wanted to die He is buried alone In cold grave ....Nobody came He has found rest From a pain and loneliness...