Waiting

Waiting for a miracle I close my eyes to erase from my memory all things of the past.
Biting my lips I clench my fists until the pain and feel my life is leaving.
I have less strength to stem the emptiness, extensive emptiness which penetrates every sense.
Nothingness is winding me tight with a net like a cobweb. Sticky, dusky, unpleasant just like depths of nonentity.
I'm still trying to fight because passivity carries the death.
I tear the net in desperation but it's still growing again. A dream is slowly coming, strange and sweet dream.
I want to close my eyes, to be carried away rise far away but I'm scared.
Does it taste like that? Is it the taste of death? Death!
Getting scared more an more heart is beating faster and I can hear nothing instead its chaotic beat.
Does it taste like that? Is it the taste of death? Death!
Millions of troubled thoughts gallop in my brain like a herd of horses treating down the way.
Does it taste like that? Is it the taste of death? Death!
They are disappearing but soon coming back to hit the rest of the reason with the last blow.
I'm trying to cry but hopelessly. Nothing happens. Silence is the answer.
Maybe it's not worth crying? Maybe it's better to be silent. Waiting for a miracle.
And hear the tranquility, to hear the voice? Waiting for a miracle. I'm getting silent. Waiting for a miracle.