I Still Have To Die Poem by Mishack Mchunu

Dear pain, close friend of my tears,
Is it the mood or the blood you want to see?
Come blowing nor flowing lest years
Pass us by, with a humble and high key
Of my voice, a choice of worship
To you, for I still have to die after I weep!
Beautiful sin, is it my body or soul you want?
For your gaze has more fire than desire.
A seed that grows in my heart to a forbidden plant
Transpiration of spite through my skin perspire
For you trust lust above love! I scream
For I still have to die, let this be just a dream.
Dear pain and beautiful sin ease your rage I cry
For death awaits me, I still have to die.