In a while

The waking up time

Wearing all masks

Of despair

Wearing old rugs

Like fragments of thoughts

Hidden in grey of

The morning light

In a while

Almost the same

As then when all were lost

Forever

This sleep is full of sweat

The tears leaking through

My body

In a while all misery

Of being a man reveals

Opening old scars

With last piece of delight

It all drowns in hands of death...