innocence

tied
strangled
castrated

suicide prevention

My dearest God:  Time is passing me by, my life is predestined to end.  What matters more?  The sigh or the laughter on the day before the Day?  May your glory be told.  My highest Lord:  You have led me to the vastness, an endless vastness.  There is nothing, nothing for me.  This land, this is not my land.  May your grace suffice.  My Holiness:  Will you accept this gift?  This gift within my feeble lungs, this scream of utter silence?