the burning light's just hurt my eyes,
but even so I clearly see:
the Time - a nasty vine - knit us
in Gordian knot imperiously.
and everything's becoming tricky:
the Silence - like loud howl,
Shame's beautiful and Truth's too sticky,
your family's like midnight owl.
and every day returns the Night,
but Day at night is like lost nomad.
oh, if you could, then, please, respite
it's coming that I'm looking forward.
cursed atheist, lame outcast -
I vowed to live from force of habit
without any light or trust
in deepest shadow of my planet.
you freely swim and breathe therein –
the better life God couldn’t bless.
your voice is heard by only wind.
this is the edge of Nothingness.
but dreams will catch you some dark days.
you’re not alone – they always hide.
you’ll understand as they enlace
all single pieces of your mind.
adopted by VS
Emptiness
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