Something seemed wet wet in bed,
I got up and saw
Blood only blood in the bed,
My clothes were also dyed with blood.
The body did not even scratch,
Perhaps,someone's dreams have died here.

At this moment it seems there is nothing
No Moon no Sun nor darkness not light
The shadows of memories on the eyelids
And a camp of pain at the heart's  edge
 Ears have heard a sound of steps
Maybe someone's stroll into the thoughts
In the shade of the dense tree of my thoughts
Maybe No one's dreams will come to rest

It's possible that this is a hard  moment
But my heart, it is just one moment
Stand up and Dare to live a life you have.

I'm scared.
Scared of looking at you.
Scared that your piercing eyes will tear me apart.
And maybe that will colour my heart,
with your blood.

I'm afraid.
Afraid of meeting you.
Because maybe the chains of your arms will hold me forever.

That your sharpened nails might carve your painting on my body.

I'm frightened.
Frightened that the taste of your lips will become my addiction.

I'm scared.
Scared that the poison of your breath will become a part of my existence.

I'm scared.
I'm afraid.

Last night,
Moon was seeping into the sea of sorrow        
I saw her calm face with melancholy
And it  was seemed like a darkness in the silent stars.

I asked her"why your eyes are heavy?"
She suddenly stopped me at my first question,
And replied"I am not telling you"

I went into my dream like a defeated warrior,
And murmured like the wind haul on widowed voice.

I thought that,
Why her increased heartbeats roar make my ears deaf?
Why her pain precipitate like a ceaseless rain beats upon my heart?
Why darkness of her gleaming face make my eyes blind?