Who has the guts to look over the edge of everything,
Where there is not the heaven either hell or some else?
Where darkness lays easy in her purest form,
Where the life and death mean nothing because they never come?
Here is not any feelings, misery and despair,
Here are not any people or them who seem the same.
Purest darkness that seems ominous, like the calm before storm,
Domination of emptiness like the everything’s gone.
Edge Of Everything
© Copyright: Александр Игнатов 5, 2014
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