A Martyr

This world is sad. So cold. What can
I say in my defense? Sunset
and fall. The end is closer than
you think or just believe. A flat

in the dark tumulus. Forgive
for call of nothingness. My eye
is shining blue. For burn and leave.
But take a look at the red sky,

can you reflect on its collapse?
But my frustration is unique:
it happens that I touch death traps.
I am a self-proclaimed sikh!..

This is the end of all bad dreams.
This is the end of all nightmares.
This is the end. Apart the seams.
The hateful woeful day! «Prepares

for abyss to the morbid soul»,
said the frenetic; only pain.
Lost everything that matters. Hole.
Through it flows down, flows down the rain.

This is the end of all inside.
This is the end of all mad grace.
It's opium for my sick mind.
This is the end of human race.

I want to cum on your gloom grave.
All damned nude opinions died.
Just part of consciousness. Deep cave.
You cannot feel your f*ckin' pride?

Гончаров А.С.
2019