The sun is setting,
The painted sky,
All I see is black lighting,
Which makes me cry.

The silence that kills,
My heart collides,
The fire drills,
All those painful rides.

The drips and drops,
Like on a rainy night,
A rabbit hops,
I see no light.

Dreading myself,
In endless sorrow,
In mindless shelfs,
The screaming crow.

And now it's the end,
Of this painful book,
Memories end,
My heart shook.

*... I feel hopeless ...