The Dream

Swimming on black wings of winds

I am flying up in a gravely valley of my dream

I am falling in the tub full of blood

I am dreaming about crying portraits

I can not die - this night is so bright

I can not cry - my eyes are so dry

I can not wait - my blood is dying so fast in my black heart

I can not be silent - the sore in my throath is so hot

The scream is burning

The dream about crying portraits