Dark room, one candle and shades on the wall,
Man sits on a chair alone.
He’s dreaming of girl, who some where so far,
Sleeping in her cozy home.
There’s glass of wine in his pale hand
His sight has stopped on flame –
He tries to reach the Neverland,
Where no one can be blamed.
He tries escape this cruel world,
Which has no price for love.
He wants forget all those words,
For her that weren’t enough.
His mind is haunted by fear,
By grief and by the guilt,
And cheeks are wet because of tears,
And dreams that disappeared.
Remembering the days of yore,
He prays among the wolves –
No helping hand, there’s only sore,
Which struck his mind as hoof…
Dark room, no light, no shades on the wall,
Man sits on a chair alone.
There is no wine and dreams are gone –
Death took an extra toll.
The Last Night
© Copyright: Стигмат, 2005
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