A provincial in death, a nobody in life

Life leads me in mourning on an anniversary day, Among a bleak backdrop of ice and emptiness, Pure indifference in my troubled heart, I am sent from death in a new adventure. Sent to separation in a small vessel Through a stream of blood, numbed by cold, I step into the new world in a stained robe Carrying an old sin that others have committed. An anonymous player on an imperfect stage, With a disheveled appearance, a beret on my head, I am thrust from death into stylish diapers, Among void beings, I feel out of place. I am the outcast of death in a frosty exile, On a deserted island with a hint of infinity, Beside humanity, an ocean of nothing, A provincial in death, a nobody in life.