I will not see the end of road,
My life is endless lace.
My lonely friends are nightly coat,
Black wings and Moon’s dead face.
My burning Sun is sleeping candle,
Which never shows me smile.
My dammed soul is screaming endless:
“Why didn’t you choose to die?…”
You was a perfect dream of silence,
And vine was pure blood.
Your neck waved a bloody shirt of kindness
And I have drink your heart…
…I’ll never hear a tall of mercy
Like endless end of road.
So sleeping well my darling, frozen.
My kiss was kiss of fault.
(2004)
Vampire
© Copyright: Павел Сухно, 2005
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