Let us adorn the morning of farewells
with promised flowers — the Flowers of Evil.
Feel the darkness... I could sense her within me,
every moment, every day.
I let her in — deep inside —
like a fierce, untamed wind.
Break every bond...
Let darkness consume both body and soul.
It's the art of night:
a gallery of wounded souls,
bodies etched with scars — this pain,
the pain that never ceases.
Surrounded only by violence, fear,
and the ache of misunderstanding
between human hearts.
The world has forgotten what pure love means —
this is humanity’s damnation.
The whole world is spiraling into hell.
Once more, I open Pandora’s box...
The end draws near.
And there is nothing left for us.
We must confront our fear,
and, at last, lift our eyes to heaven.
All will burn —
the fire will devour us again,
so calmly.
And only deep silence will remain.
Let Us Adorn The Morning
© Copyright: Наталья Кашкан, 2018
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