Let Me Die... (Funeris Audit Supremum Vale)

Humming elegiac nocturne

he strode throught life poisoned with lies

and he picked flowers, which have never

been offered to anybody...

Then he kissed their petals calling them

dreams,

admiring their diversity.

He always liked the wilted ones,

the ones he often found on graves.

He felt, they had more beauty then the fresh ones,

untouched by the claw of passing time

the real forms of excellence - he felt, that the

other ones have something more to say...

When he took a flower to his hand

all seemed strangely concetrated, scared us

by eerie expectation of Something...

This Something was everywhere, in each element

of his disorted world, in his tragism;

It observed us from each precipice of mind,

it shone with a glitter of malicious stars

suspended on the verge of reality and imagination.

Each of these flowers randez-vous was his love

and each of his loves was something entirely new,

something elusive - as he said.

Because you cannot touch Beauty without

understanding it, without being convinced

that it is valuable.

The years elapsed...And he still

kissed these flowers sneering at life,

which he deprived of charm...

And finally he stole all the colours...

And even the sun stopped shining,

as there was nobody to shine for...

Then he cried... putting his head between his knees.

And his tear crossed the sky...

and bore unfaith.

Today nobody remembers him,

today they are the New...

Humming this mournful nocturne

striding throught life poisoned with lies

and pick his flowers...

It is a sacrifice for Eternity,

culmination of life...

victory

The memories watered with divine tears.

Now, may I leave ?!