Tomorrow

Presence of sadness In every moment When the flame of the candle of life Becomes a thing of the past And a fall into the depths Of the dreamless eternal sleep It is the matter of certainty That is waiting on the edge of being Fall does not give any exceptions And awakening exists just for some Because the last exhale Is a cruel reality Human remains Cannot hear the lament Of those who live At this moment What only remains Is the coldness of the body Joined with the cold soil The surface is closed Over the coffin And the leaves of trees Cover the evidence Of a forever locked dungeon With no exceptions So flow the days and nights For all