Часть 1
11 декабря 2020 г. в 23:10
Space was absorbed by smoke clouds.
Only dead silence rings in my mind.
Rustle is like the loudest sound,
deafens and makes me blind.
Dust is spread by icy blast,
baring gloomy remains.
Grief and despair poisons so fast,
scarring my wretched brain.
It's merely wish to dive
into the booze till a dizziness
and to stop feeling alive
‘cos burning pain is endless.