Feel helpless
Ask for help
From the figureless man
Supposing he resides
Somewhere in the sky
With a giant
Helping hand
That only comes into existence
When you decide
When you feel your most selfish
When you cling most
To your meaningless life
Next time
Don't ask
Break the paradigm
Accept your fate
And die

Shaparak's flying too close to the candle
Film is paused
The memories die when the cinema is caught on fire
The tapes lie when a black cloth veils the lens
The eyes blind on purpose when a soul caught on fire
Is taunting your dependence on your fragile life
Do you love yourself more or your children or your wife?
The choice is yours, who's gonna be set on fire?
The choice is yours, will you fly close to the fire?
The sun is a lie, it's just an cognitive illusion
The life malformed, an unholy fusion
The moon is hung from the gallows of the sky
Taunting the fragile existance of life with a faint still smile

I kept reaching further
Further down and deeper
Into my soul
Scratching
For bits of gold
Scratching from inside
Hacking off small pieces of life
Excavate cravingly
Hungry for a piece of myself that meant something
A piece that was worth something
So I could exchange it for forbidden pleasures
Scratch and scrape everyday
Wounding and eating like a pig, any day
Rainy or foggy
Blue or yellow
I scratched and degraded
Until nothing remained
but a shadow
An empty husk
that was once I
Remains
Remnants of myself

Death
Starts with panic
Ends with never-ending peace
Dying
Will grant you access
Pain
Will fill your absence

The most bitter
A bad tasting fruit
Too rare and rich
Unholy and otherworldly
Grows beneath a toxic soil
Lives at the heart of thorns
Bathes in the rays of a black sun
Drinks the bloods of the fallen ones
Comes from nowhere
Serves no purpose
Exists solely to defy the unwritten rules
Exists only to scry the departed souls
A peak into the void that is unseeable
Eaten by those depraved and miserable

The truth of the world is hidden in its seeds

A boat
I'm not good enough
The ocean I see no shore
Grown mad, the boat is stuck
Between cracking in half
And not
Peace followed by chaos
Dancing in a deadlock
Like Yin and Yang
Grown mad, the man is stuck
Between dying
And not
The man is not me
I'm watching him become me
Living is beautiful
I'm stuck between its beauty and
The beauty of its ugliness
What is supposed to happen now?

Confined within for seventeen never-ending years
Greeted every morning by its hollow disgusting sneer
Cutting fingers trying to peel off the layers of this theater
Getting stabbed and kicked in the head again, death is near

Another day, lost in the space
Feeling more and more alien
Piercing the days like a warrior
Have my head cut off a thousand times
Another day, losing my own face
Smells more and more my carrion
Peering through this barrier
Have my body buried a thousand miles down the earth

Existence does not mean belongingness