My open eyes soften tear fallen soil
Black drops by dark furrow fill my ears
Dried lips compressed by the ground’s heaviness
The facial nerves twitching to the beat of rolled lumps
Heavy clay is softened by saliva
My throat fills with black lava
Don’t bring me flowers
Leave me here to wither
Last sobs
Just a few breaths left
The last heart beats
The ripple of pallor veins
Night, where the dark
Dark - whеre’s the depths
Dеpths, where I'm alone