Identikit Of Soul Poem by Charcoal Bullet

Who I? Simply yesterday's superfluous.
Dead body on the road,
Had time to look around on sky -
Can it be simply a body does not breathe?
Maybe, quite not hears a sun
Someone looks at a photo,
Logically, that it is completely not painfully
Even more than it is possible to think
If to trust a star which even does not have home
If to trust a star - it is possible to die again and again,
Wool of roofs - a city on end, from a smoke on veins
Glass only - separates for fear to come true
There, where a filament is torn - you will dream back
Identikit… soul on the phonemes of flesh
Working lives - as it so irrevocable
Well, bring a dream out of pocket
Injured nirvana – will not live so long
Fabric of ocean was sullenly torn by a sunset
A pulse is repainted by chlorine, by the sleepy flow of blood
As if by motion of electric current, takes consciousness back
A whirlpool near a gate - black-and-white stains…
So a fate blossoms… or memory withered,
Exterior of blind hope, burying tired,
In an abyss, as in a blanket…
To the term to melt alive and uselessly
Having thrown memoirs in a flame