That Morning
A drop of black blood
Falling into void,
Invisible against the dark infinity.
A tragedy of a soul,
Seeking the tranquility
In cold arms of eternity.
Sleeping in an empty, strange bed,
Thinking of that morning…
Wishing to wake up once again
In your embrace.
That single morning was worth
all the darkness my mind
had to suffer, choking
with my own poisoned blood…