Silence among the grey clouds Stupefies me with foretaste of eternity I am lying on the snowed shore Numbly and quietly
The consciousness is overfilled with the pulsing emptiness The crumpled pages of memories Burning and moldering behind me The blue-grey icy eyes stare skywards The ice shall not melt on the wintry face
The blood is slowly freezing in veins The cells are condemned to suffocate My hairs go under the ice up to the roots Deeper and deeper
The ice shall not melt on the wintry face
The deepest darkness of the Origin spreads above it It invokes to dissolve in the extasy of death The transcendence of anthropopathy is above it The fractal madness of time is above it Above my corpse