Make me cry
Severe reality of alien dreams
The unknown angels
Transplantation of rotten organs
Waiting for a cold morning
The unknown angels | Год:
2000 | Автор(ы):
A.Кобединов | Последняя
Ancient best beauty is among meagre trees
and neverending gravestones.Only here entrancing
glint of sad moon is shouting.Silence grows for
endless sorrow of beings that say goodbye to strange life.
In this mysterious place there is birth, one can walk
alone with pain in heart, all cheers are deeply in the ground.
The cemetary lives catching silent cry eating distress
and despair. Beatiful black shroud catches your sight.
You came to this world alone when all disallowed.
Lacerate yourself with recollections untill they come
to help you.Listen to silence, night air scents your sorrow,
they feel it, they are here already, nearby you.
They looked after you from the moment you cried nearby
gravestone. They take your hands and walk among other
tombs telling the story for everyone. They are so beatiful
but you can"t see them, they"re so kind but they eat your
sorrow. Be freehearted with them and they will not
deceive you, they love you when you suffer, they"ll show
the way. At home you"ll fear, you"ll pick your sheets,
you"ll not be able to sleep, you should go there!
They pity your soul there, charming the voyage for loss.
They"ll show you him. No, you are not going mad,
they are real. Ordinary man coming on a place of mourning
doesn"t see them. They"ll appear near the sorrow when
the loss cuts like a knife into the heart when loss strangles
and makes desolate. They"ll free your soul impressing
hopeless. But you"ll not fear it they"re so kind and gentle.
They smell sweet, speak prettily invoking "leave,leave"
forever. Come back here till you understand how
they"re right and it"s no reason to live. They"ll be with
you when you deicide, they want you for kindness.
There is one more grave here.