Glory of Decay
I walked the rest of the path silent,
I stumbled on some dead roots,
And watched the last blood drops refusing to die.
The last voices of men faded away into the wash.
Does death look like a beach?
It’s all gone like a lightning, like a passing rain,
Left behind an immortal tear that shall never get dry.
There has been no time.
All gone into the infinite.
Not enough time to love or to feel enough pain.
I stand alone now, a few moments before the final moment.
Waiting, hoping, having nothing like I should.
Having all that I need.
I have exchanged this shelter with my youth
And time is on my side.
I dwell in this frozen moment
And no human Fate can harm me.
I came for life itself
And now I’m returned to it.
That everything conspires against you
And you’re laughing like a child.
A laugh full of pleasure and disgust.
It’s always like this, when you are close to the end.
You feel like you felt in the beginning,
Pure Strong Certain
I was there and you stood beside me…
Do you remember those days?
For a while we dreamt together
And forgot ourselves and the world.
Do you remember that precious moment in the battlefield?
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