Night invades under my eyelids,

heart jittery tremor.

I dream a nightmare.

There comes non-moving shadow.

I'm afraid,

there will be nothing left

after them,

the lights of the purest children.

How can I be,

my light has gone out,

only the night is close to me,

and the shadow scratches,

and night, and night, and night,

and the beam, that flashes more clearly.

No, I do not want to-

it is striking, overwhelming me,

and does not listen at all.

It approaches, hugs and whispers softly...

Baby, I love you!