It's so quiet all around,
Silver haze is drawing in.
I can't hear any sound.
Seems like I am in a dream.
Steaming water of old lake
Beckones me to come
Deep inside the wondrous fake,
To explore its peace and calm.
Merging with infinity,
I dissolve myself in it.
Forgive me, Holy Trinity,
Not so perfect is my creed.
Deprived of all the feelings
I'm slipping gently in
To the world of hidden meanings.
Suicide - Is it a sin?
Suicide
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