The Mistress

I thought that I live
I saw light, a shade, hatred, love
I felt it
Was live, and thought that really

Everything that was close to me 
It already is not present
Life has disappeared, was gone

I've understood that I still had only death
My death, and I its carrier
The mistress of soul. Thoughts

I damn that hour that was my birth
That hour which has given birth to my death