red scripture!!!

i wrote my fate
from the lines of my hand,
I ran across the desert
With parched lips on warm sand,
I shouted out,screamed hard my name,
Amongst the crowd of dead,
I gave light with my spirit
To sleeping blind heads....
Alas but,
My deep rooted veins decieved my own body,
The cutting knife penetrated the heart shape
With its own hand,pierecing words..
The air of my hut itself closed the windows hard,
Suffocated me to death...
And the light of my own soul,
Enshaped its core to wild,
Engulfed me whole....
The season have arrived with spring shape,
The weather dusted away warm summers,
But now in times good,
My dead body, parched soul,
Is murdered in hands of its own....

Hiramalik