I continue kicking the bucket once more.
Veins crumple, opening like the
Little clench hands of dozing
Kids.
Memory of old tombs,
Spoiling fragile living creature and worms do
Not persuade me against
The test.
The years
What's more, icy annihilation live somewhere down in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I continue biting the dust,
Since I want to live.