Die With Me Poem by Vladimir Ashkov

Fly Low my brother, dropp your wings
Land your feet on filthy grounds
Let me see you lower your altitude
Quit soaring for a moment
And die with me

Forget the heights, see what’s below
Feel the dusty wind here in lifeless soil
Lose grip on clouds above
And die with me

Let go of the skies, shift your direction
Ignore the glorious ride above the blue
Lie here with me in the wilderness
And die with me

Close your eyes, lose sight on the heavens
Be struck and fall on the ground
Feel the scorched earth
And die with me

See me now brother
Watch me dig my grave
Feel my solitude
Grab me tight and don’t let go
Here is my paradise
Of dry and hopeless dreams

This is what it’s like
So die with me…