I pray for the Dead,
I pray for the Living,
I pray for the new bright Day beginning.
The light shows the distance,
The Moon crawling high,
And no place for prayers
This venomous night.
My brain's tangled in nightmare,
The catch is in my veins...
My dreams to be brighter
I need just more pain.
I'm lost in the Garden
Of virtual life.
My laughter and sorrow
Had sank in the Night.
Thy tears are protection,
Don't ask me for help,
I'v lost my direction,
But now all is well.
There's no time for praying
The Darkness around...
At stars I am staying,
At sky-breaking cloud.
No time for praying
© Copyright: Дмитрий Сучков, 2006
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