In the chamber of sleep, where the lights are dying
And the shadows tremble, like an old memory,
I hear the walls embracing me,
Not in kindness, but in the breath of the mute night.
There, eyes – in a dream – watch from the cracks,
Without words, without eyelids, only cold mist.
A voice, like a bell broken in half,
Whispers a name that the earth has forgotten.
Oh, I had a love, but it was like a phantom,
Appeared, burned, and vanished into ash.
Its kiss – like the taste of wormwood,
Like a mirage in a mirror on a black wall.
I walk through the corridors of memory… quietly.
My step, like a river of blood in an invisible flow.
And the doors that were meant to lead to the light
Opened, letting in only gloom and a ringing sound.
For everything I had and everything I held –
Fell into the abyss, where no one asks.
And only in oblivion – is my shelter and temple,
Where love, like a shadow, returns.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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