Among old stars all words are silence
Dying right on moving lips
I can even savor sharpness
Biting sides of murky ships
Silence seems attractive desert;
But all ghosts of damned past
Calmly come to me, whenever
I remain to be the last -
No boundary remained within
My boiling mind to stop your scream.
Among dead stars and nebulas of darkness
No light can make this empty spaces warm;
Here sleeping mind as naked neuron is frozen
In furious vortex of eternal storm.
I lose myself in open space
With body moveless far aboard;
Grimace of pain acrosses face
While scream inside I can't abort.
09/05/2014 - 15/05/2014
Echoing scream
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