The Middle of Darkest
Even so, time is still alive. Resting on it, who is alive?
Dragged me down to the cold pit:
The body disintegrated
The serene soul gets infirmity;
Set in the midst of
Memory gob and body disintegrated;
She forfeited the incoherent thoughts.
Resting on it, who is alive?
Is it time, the silent zone of the darkest corner?
The suffocating breath starts expanding