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I knew it was the last dream.

The sky is of a strange violet colour

Light up from above by

The first spectral fingers of dawn.

The sound of my breath becomes deep and regular

The only company is the constant

And perky sound of the rain

Liquid drill which digs the stone of my thoughts.

We become infants before such conception of reality

It is impossible to live beyond the infinite.

With a glance of hope I turn around

Turning my back to the pasted

But the way now is dark

Between darkness, someone or something is watching me

With its eyes light up and full of fear

The terror of that image makes me feel

Strangely less tired and younger.

I sink myself in hope.

The seen changes and all returns dark and unknown

I knew it was the last dream.