Sublime Яepugnance...

Could feel the dark skies,
and the devil coming closer
all these years he lived by the sward...
He cut his hand to judge if he was alive,
drugs were the best companion...

One day he left it all,
threw every bottle of alcohol...
fought with the devil for his life,
which he once was ready to take with his own knife...

Learned to imagine,
imagine the beauty of thought,
brought back every feeling he sold,
even if the price was gold...

He thought it was his time,
didn't realize that his clock had stopped...
He thought he found the reason to live,
but this reason didn't let him breathe...

He tried to rebuild his castle,
but it was too late,
and he was without the phrase...

All he trusted was his will,

it also left him to a definite kill...

Finally the day has come,

his hands were sweaty,

can't return the attack of betray

it slit his throat...

He was left alone,

lost in the depth of misery,

where regret was also not able to fill his emptyness...