The Silent Ocean Floor

I am in the uttermost injury and torture.

My whole body crumbles, my bones becomes friable.

I knee over the icy shale,

Weeping, my Mortal Being screams:

-"I am thirsty for Freedom!

I see water everywhere...

Still I can't drink!

When will my prayers be heard?"

My heart has emerged in the glacial Nordic Seas;

Its frigid touch dilutes my life away...

Only a pale lifeless corpus sail in the abyssal waters...

No warmth, no flames of life.

I am the carcass of a hunted prey.

The tigerish sanguinary devours my vivaciousness,

І am no mоге...

I see it but yet I do not move.

I have been delivered to the Hawker.

The scarlet tint of my blood has gushed onto the white glacier.

And then I am dragged out back to the Ocean.

In the marine floor I lay.

Feebly opening my eyes...

The stygian wilderness embraces me.

Saline Loch of a godforsaken province.

Closing my stumbling eyes for the last time HOPELESSLY