It’s Over

When you go, please, go slow

So I’d see your every step reverberating in my chest;

So all I ever felt for you would roll into a ball of pain

And die inside me – then, I’ll know

It’s over

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Please, do not say you will return

Don’t tie down, don’t make me wait – I’ve not the patience

To grow roots where rain would fall but once a year;

Don’t make me rot, don’t make me yearn

It’s over

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It’s over

And I stand alone away from street lamps’ yellow lights

Suddenly, in the turbid night your voice finds me, your hands grasp mine;

It doesn’t matter what I said – my hearts knows that

It isn’t over

My Dear Hades

I had a dream that life was all around me

Its color – blue, its texture – soft and warm

And all my being drowned in quiet wonder,

I felt my mind at peace; I turned into a storm

 

Yet, where I stand awake there is no color

The eyes staring at me are made of glass and cold

The endlessly unwinding roads, the swarm of voices

Lead nowhere, speak of nothing – are the world

 

Or is this hell? And one could never live here?

How dare one stay alive among the dead?

One couldn’t breathe the poison of oblivion

But there is nothing here to breathe instead

 

My mind is gone; it’s diving in the abyss

It dug out, filled with love and hid in time

I do not want it back; I don’t believe I need it:

I am in hell and I don’t want to think of why