Fragments Inconsequent
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On The Recurrence
The blue waves still meet the serene stony shores
The night winds still rush o'er the woods and the moors
But my past is far, Sorrow shrouds the Sublime
And loneliness reigns in my heart and my rhyme
All dead now. But did something ever exist?
And what but the travesty's out story's gist?
My life is the rite of the obliteration
'Cuz there is no true point in my dark creation
So, what should I tell? That my woe does not cease
Though love was as hard as the mortal disease?
I'm burying her tearing the fate's strangling halter
And lighting the candles upon the black altar
With no hope but sensing the fire's caress
I'm digging the grave for the thoughts which obsess
Who'll answer me why my tears must run for HER?
God damn it! I better shall cry Lucifer...
On The Recurrence 03. 06. 04
© Copyright: Алексей Сарычев Лирика, 2014
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