Whisper Poem by Charcoal Bullet

Intercept… at the neglected well
There where the rustle of graves
pricked the sails of hope
Height without illusions
As before in a border melting –
Loreleya is killed
And swallowing a sea of bitterness poisons
consciousness is placed in the branch of cherry-tree
All concepts convention is static of load
transit of hands is a highway of continuous sleep of updates
Metastasises of autumn cut like blunt knives
atoms of a body - only snowflakes in game of space
I the lonely wanderer, the unique
veteran of my own destiny
a key from heart to heart - ability to look in chasm of a life
plane only pretends that flies and actually it is sick of the sky
crude single chambers of human eyes are closed
all there is according to plan
as if an abusive word - our history written on a house wall
The soul will take root and its sprout will make the way to the sun
and the rain will be a necessary condition of existence
it is a pain without which it is impossible to present a life
blind sensation of mourning when the death walks towards
indifference kills in us sense
an equinox changes poles
Polarity of a choice - grief without the appeal right
The glass bottom of an aquarium it is simple uncertainty illusion
the stopped heart - simply preventive maintenance of eternity
but in other measurement about such breakages speak in a whisper...
So do I speak about it whisper…