my best friend gökhan tatchouop you are gone faded out like a song you will never come back
i we we i lost track you will never come back the brothers and sisters are protecting the platform
golden dusty hair sitting on rusty chairs guardians of the right cause a good man does the right thing
i transformed into a nightling as i listened to your voice the last time as you wrote your last rhyme
we were poets we were taggers we were brothers we were the same and an other we longed for fame
you are gone gökhan you will never come back but you remain in the dust of the brothers and sisters
they will never leave they are always there guardians of the platforms guardians of trains
like gods supernatural creatures: violent protectors willing to attack anybody who spits against your grave
REST IN PEACE MY MAN SINCERELY MIKEY YOUR FAN
Today is a heavenly day, Gökhan, I wrote this poem in memoriam to you, you know? It's been more than ten years that you died, but I can't forget you. I simply can't.