outside there’s dark and lonely night
hhe air is cold in starry light
i wonder if the sky’s
a kind of curtain old,
behind which there are lamps of gold
And public’s waiting drama to begin -
An ancient play they all have seen
or suddenly the heaven had
become a dead and silent space
with chilling suns, so far and sad
that make you feeling you can’t face
I had an awful day today
That’s why the world seems to be gray
again am swallowed by the darkness,
i’m waking down into nightmares
we’re last survivors of last war
are struggling for a mere existence
look dear as ifected snow -
is falling on your skull
it is reality illusion or a dream
i have been tortured to the death
by thought police in kingdom of the Math
and I can’t stop a desperate scream
you wake me up, caress
the meaning of my life is back I guess.
018 insomnia
© Copyright: Соломон Ст Рудик, 2005
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