Once you bloomed kind and happy
Today just gloomy and faceless
That time when you were kind-hearted
Has faded on bleak photographs, parched
In a blink of an eye have gone spoiled
With all of collected humanity's rage boiling
Since then you get to be salted
At everything beautiful and revolting
One step changed your whole existence
To making plans and proclaiming resistance
To doing work instead of living in instance
Is that the cruel fate? The happenstance?
We all abide by some dark natural occurence
Never drawed back to the light that was
Embracing only leftovers in our lifes
Devouring darkness born of dreams lost
Encompassing hatred crosses ourselves
That seems to be the cost of knowledge
Of all those plausible sweet beverages
Of a seductive crazed animal impulses
They are like kings playing dice
Stirring us in a cup without breaking chance
We are like lances of the noble knights
In circumference of eternal fight
Like dirt in moulded sliding mountain
Like water in a lost, abandoned fountain
Evaporating under fallen gloomy sun
Anticipating only blessing of the Moon