Devilish Impressions - Moon
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It's the last gasp...
In winsome silence I rested on the house
Of the passing world to fulfill the tragedy
Of my own life, among thousands of forgotten existences.
It's astounding, how many tears had to be cried out,
How many grains of sand penetrated through the fingers
Of cruel time, before I came here deprived
Of the rags of ignorance
Left with just a stubborn picture of deadness
Or life that's waiting for me...
I curse that day when Gods sent me that gift
Staying on the lonely particle of my Ego
I curse that sword and scales laying in my bleeding hands
Some crazy, protracted note is gnawing
Into chasms of my consciousness tearing
Into pieces the memory of the deepest dreams,
Crushing and smashing everything inside of the
Eternal element of duration of the fantasy
That I created against the unfriendly forces' will
The only thing I remember is the immortal, horribly
Bright look, secular essence of life and death
Just like the lonesome lightning that brightens
Impenetrable darkness of the dead horizon.
I remember the abyss with no beginning, with no end
Abyss growing bigger and bigger at frightfully
Fast rate, to finally reach the dimension I couldn't
Conceive even in my mind's eye...
...And then was only the silent scream that snatched
My drifting body from the embrace of the silent
Ruler of the Infinity.
Now, I know what I really desire! Unsheathed blade
Of my liberation that shone with silver of the
Saddened Moon.
In the dim candlelight I find again the stairs
Leading to a stage. Slowly, my hands are scattering
The thickening smoke. I'm reaching the next steps.
I can't stop anymore. There's only one moment left...
Only there I will find longed-for tranquility...
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