Poezja

Arrive with me in untainted 
light. Between two threats: 
life and death. Falling from 
mantle, there was no surrender. 
 
Bone-deep, I will ask you a 
question. What life has given 
to you and what death 
has taken from you? 
 
Read more in my eyes. You will 
find the ravines of hunger. For 
truth. No organic pain. Only thirst. 
For a very violent rush of rains. 
 
Ink-stained moon was willing 
to cede the moonlight, even dew 
to wipe out the nightmares of 
your scrapped ego.