I have no consciousness in eyes.
Black star is my eternal sun.
My smile is nothing but disguise,
And mental fall has just begun.
All thoughts are split within the head,
Dark vortex has devoured my mind.
My inner world is surely dead.
No living things are there to find.
What is the purpose to exist?
The reason why to stand this fight.
Oh, soul, surrounded by the mist!
Lend me the last time all your might!
Salvation
© Copyright: Дмитрий Писарев 3, 2023
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