it's death time!

Drunken, you’re dancing with craze.
God’s standing; watching you; weeping out.
Grief is all over.
Dark spot’s over there; in that corner, it’s coming beyond existence.
Shouting out:

Hush, hush. Disaster’s come along.

It’s showering, all over. Sky blowing out,
Hush, hush: time is coming to its end.
Animals; frighten, insects; on fire.
We’re getting to the end of lethal.
It’s the ending of moment.
It’s the ending of century.
It’s the ending of existence.
Hush, hush, failures approaching.

Disaster’s coming along.
Drunken; you’re hastily looking around.

Drunken, have your last glass of wine solicitous, smell its wisdom. Sip it, touch it to your lips, and drop your tears, into it. Bless it with your moan.

Wish if your coming death, rushes; or else, it would be a massive, bare soreness.

Hush, hush. You took this for granted.
Hush, hush you took “being” for granted.
Hush, hush. Fatality is coming to you;” birth shaped, dyed with sorrow and regret”.
Hush, hush. be Solemn. I’ve warned you, you lunatics.
Hush, hush, loss is coming; hunting your hearts.
Hush, hush, be Mournful. You’re such unfortunates.

Drunken, let’s dance, dance in a round, and twist your body to the last end.
Hush, hush. Mingle in intimate circle.

Hush, hush I’d warned you, you drunken, deaf existing.

I’d shown you the signs, you blind; historic; loss in doubt.
At the moment you’re so mute.
It’s the end of the natters, nothing else does matter.
Death chatters.

Hush, hush.

Saloume Nakhsaz