I woke up dead today
More than ever before
Devoid of dreams, emotions
I saw myself on rubble of life
Black was always my color
Palette of days its shades
Landscape of thoughts decorated by dusk
I drew in stillness on the easel of pain
Thunder striked twice
There was no rain washing the wounds
Nor wind drying the tears
The ash was slowly covering my body
Curled up in pain on ruins of moments
And i shivered lying, choking by fear
Digging in my claws in powerless anger
So hard till i bled, noiselessly sobbing
Quietly than whisper of stones
I've seen myself standing on the wilds
I - the old tree hunched by time
Spreading out the arms to the sky
By woody gaze
I begged for death
Thunder striked twice
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