You walk alone, abounded by time.
Look over your shoulder with empty eyes.
Why in the world of the crashed glass
Nothing appears as long as it’s last.
Silence that haunts you,
Lies that slip away from your lips...
Cautiously bring words of the defeat.
Stroked by the last chance
Voice that whispers inside.
You are among those who burn through the night.
Listen to a stranger that has not much to say;
Leave your confession in front of the ash-tray.
Taking stares down that forbidden for rest.
Virgin look on your faceless face,
Question your mind-another phase,
You separated a part by the lack of the faith.
December 16, 1996
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
You walk alone, abounded by time
© Copyright: Андрей Прудников, 2007
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