dark rays of light have already stolen the picture
and the presence of the tension could be felt
the silence was breaking through
the unseen windows
the water enjoyed it’s being
and the beast begun to search for it’s prey
those were the few last days of August
rainy August
the branches screamed calmly
and the deep woods’ soul behaved weirdly
you were walking across the plains of moorland
deserted mind
you did not follow the sunlight
for there was none
the tears covered your face
you liked the rain
you heard strange voices
behind the broken silence
rainy October
for your friend did not fight the September
but who was your friend
the trees asked wildly
your legs were walking slowly
without noticing
the road was covered with grass
a smooth sound
the air shivered
the liquid consisted of water drops
salt
the lake was hurt
you did not recognize that you were the prey
for your eyes have been heedless
to see the truth
for the fear that the truth could be the beast
hunting you
Autumn leaves still bleeding
diving in the blood-covered
shadows of reality.
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