First Morning Loneliness

Don't you came to share my water. Preachy lights in the hands of watered dreams. I breathe into warmth dark opaque note. Let it worry my consciousness. 
I crowled by over the earth by drunken days, graves and killed holidays. The tear has rolled down and evaporated and has been salt on drunken wound. And the cross was empty on a pitiful ice.
and remember everything that had happened in the poverty and damned all the wealth. Swallowing up current hate, I forgot about happiness.