VOID
The lost breathing air,
The stars washing ever.
The light cold is creeping on skin,
And darkness drink.
And only Void,
I can’t avoid.
My bitter fate
In coal-black gate.
And only Void
The latest point.
I myself gone
To sleep and done.
And only Void…
The pressure’s in soul,
I’m hearing toll.
I’m seeing your beautiful eyes,
But you’re in ice.
And only Void,
I can’t avoid.
My bitter fate
In coal-black gate.
And only Void
The latest point.
I myself gone
To sleep and done.
And only Void…
08.10.2011.
VOID
© Copyright: Иван Величко, 2011
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