My soul becomes dead,
When the sun goes down.
I become a lousy clown
With the broken heart.
My lips are dry
And my eyes are closed.
Oh, God, who am I?
My dreams were lost.
Where’s my smiling sun?
Save me, my hero!
But nobody will come…
And I turn into nothing, zero.
I shall die like a lonely wolf,
And I’ll be bury as a man.
Good jock, isn’t it, ma’am?
Night will sink in the blood.
But I shall return.
I’ll turn into your loveless moon.
Dying dream
© Copyright: Хелен Фортуна, 2015
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