Старый друг-самоубийство вновь вернулся и с ним родили мы наше младшее дитя!
Ах, как же хочется НЕ БЫТЬ!

goddes,
reduce my soul to dust and dispel it over clouds
Let sacred fire take my corpse
Release my feeble spirit from these bounds
Spare not my flash to feed the famished worms

No light is left for me in days,
No shadow lulls my heart at night.
I know no cure for my pain,
My mistress - ever-lasting fright.

Dark sadness drips upon my well,
It counts my time among the mortal man.
Oh how dry my heart's become!
Just like a flower once so tender,
But left between the pages of a book.

In somber sleep i wish to rest,
Forgotten by this plenet pest.
20.04.2010