Silence... The fire of suffering...
And you, Aurora... You are gone...
I've been so unfaltering...
You break me, bone by bone...
And I sink into the depths
Of my layered consciousness,
It's very much like death,
But it's an eternal kinds of chess
With myself, with my demons, my nightmares.
And I’m always the loser, the fool.
Am I just a picture of covers?
But will I blindly obey this rule?
No! I will always wander in darkness,
I will always suffer and write.
I will mockingly curse tears and silence,
Dig my own grave of pride.
18.05.2025.
Silence
© Copyright: Михаил Вертепа, 2025
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