The frozen pieces of tears cut my face, and drops of scarlet blood fall from the crackled lips directly on the lifeless ground and turn into silver needles under my feet. From tightened by gloom sky fall particles of snow which do not thaw any more on my skin. The sun which is poorly appeared through a continuous grey cloud, already means nothing in this world of the lost shadows which images from time to time appear on the crumpled trunks of trees of a long time dead forest. Strong impulses of a ruthless wind move my black hair and their slightly iced over tips cut my shoulders and back at its each whiff. All thoughts of my life left me, all my dreams died together with me. Now only an ice reality surrounds me in which even blinking of eyes brings the pain... Your feet will never feel warm sand, soft grass... There is only a cold snow sprinkled by blood. I stand on edge of a rock, there is only a chasm in which all emotions silently fall down...
Tags: Prose
