In the heat of the moment I realized,
Something within me died.
Would you visit the shrine?
Where the sane side of me lay buried?

A bitter wind awakens by the symphony of the prisoners.
a land much sought-after, but never fought over,
dances beneath the moon and hides behind the sun.
Nature succumbs to a foreign melody,
Once it waltzed melancholy؛‎ ‎now it dances alone, seductively.
And there you see,
A dim light in the distance,
That is my mind, swaying gently in the breeze.

I open the gates and I let them in
they crawl like cockroaches under my innocent skin
they yell at me to give in
but I resist
and
yet
I surrender
i try my best not to exist
i pretend that i'm a bench
where they like to sit
i cry and die and then mourn myself
i watch them laugh and love and then **** themselves

Such a sad summer night
on the abandoned hill
black defeated white
no stories left to tell
my child cried day and night
"Mother, i'm not feeling well"
"you'll be fine tonight"
i whispered as she fell
in my arms
and died.

Such sad a winter night
on the abandoned hill
no black, no white
no one left to ****
i still mourn my child
and now I'm not feeling well
but I am not to be held
for everyone's dead
and alone I shall die.

و لا شي.

Your beauty is to me,
nothing but an old, golden coffin,
Buried in the sea.
Your mind is to me,
A phoenix that had been imprisoned by fire,
and it can never gain liberty.
You are to me,
Nothing but an old memory,
That I threw away.
In the darkest corner of my mind, to the right, there's a small locked box.
You belong there
A memory that never tried,
To reach my tongue.
And in the dreamless night,
A whisper broke through my innocent mind,
Killing the memory
And by its death, I remembered
What I shall never forget

You crawl on my skin like a cockroach...
Why do I desire you?
Shouldn't I be disgusted?