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.

بين أحاديثهم المُضجرة،
أصبحتُ خرساء،
لا وجود لي، لا صوت لي.
إبتسامات مُشردة،  بين كُل نُكتة لا تضحك.
أحقاً أصدقاء؟!
رؤيتهم تُعكر صفوي،
وَ ألعنُ الوقت
إذا قرر اللعب معي
وتباطئ وأنا معهم !
أصدقاء !

Shine on, you crazy diamonds, even when the night covers you.

A green crescent shines over the white grass
Plastic bags, teddy bears, and cheap make up
Scattered around the muddy land
You drink my violet blood from your crystal wine glass
Reminding me of the Christ, and the immortal cup
You touch my hand
And your thoughts escape to my dysfunctional brain
Planting thoughts that are darker than the sun
And they grow and grow,
You water them with your agonised memories
"You are beautiful", I whisper to your ear
And you smirk, yet you didn't  hear
My voice is drowned by your narcissistic bickerings...
And I stare at the green crescent
I bring the gun to my head,
And slowly, ever so slowly,  pull the trigger
And **** you.

Two thousands stabs burning
Blood oozing
Red grass and a night lit by eyeballs
Frogs sit on strands of hair
And eat fingernails
instead of flies
And my soft whispers **** the quietness of the earth
As it unleashes the beasts
"Come to me, brothers and sisters."

The Romans were right.
Be it death, be it life,
One can bear anything.
When the waves go rough,
Hold on to nothing.

Layered with guilt and destruction,
You wrestle with the past.
"You can start anew"; a lie,
There's no such thing as an empty canvas.



You live in ruins,
You build on ruins,
People surrounding you like relics.
You cannot create a starting point.
Embrace the past,
and never abandon any memory,
Be it beautiful, be it cruel.

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?