The blackness of thorns in blueness of the sky

The Summer sky, the sun rains which burn out the calm,
The desire of icy nights and mental holocaust,
But they don't come...

Still hanging in the earthly hell,
Stinking reek of living bodies,
Hanged in a dull breath,
I look into emptiness of life's problems,
Forgotten on the monuments,

With hands filled with rust, blindness in the head,
I wait, who are you to determine,
said the dark interior, just to die silently,
I answer to the Fate with a sigh