SelfPub: Pier

The other, a long time did not write to you.
I went down to the Nizam.
You are the only recipient,
Whose words - the scars balm.
It was no use to indulge in tears,
I rechristen, tormented, put
In the scrap, like a rusty sedan,
And again, the Antichrist reigns.
Spots of darkness music stave
Burn through in vulnerable areas.
Come on count, will not make it to a hundred,
Find me among the evil.
Friend, I see strange dreams
They eyeless black dogs
Behind him lead the blind,
In the epicenter of the storm.
I shout to them: - "Wait!", but
Notice in the hand leash
With them, too, me move rock,
Wake up in a cold sweat.
I separation compresses the chest,
Would you be able to explain everything,
May be me too someday
Visit the echo of the eternal spring.
Somewhere loud buzzing ports
Somewhere sleep under the stars shipyard
I kiss the stone gravestones
And embarrassing shrink the envelope.