I Know.

Fading life in the middle of the sky.

-Dance Class at the Opera, rue Le Peletier-

Insane!!

Teeth,I hear scratches on my walls,

the voices,they paint dead end on my head.

I can see smiling faces behind me,burrying

me and my thoughts with their dirty hands.

Happiness- is that sound happiness when

your neck cracks instead of relax?

It haunts me,their pain follows-

all the yellow colour tones make me throw up.

I need them to get out of me and my messy mind,

GET AWAY,GET AWAY- I shout.

Blood covered with twisted lies,

I'm traveling in a twisted world,

my life is an insane tribe.

-t.f.s.

ART.

Art is an inspiration when you're not even expecting it to come and surprise you. Art is just a magical place where there is so much life to desire to,most of the times you feel like you're traveling in a lost and forgotten world with artworks and treasures called emotions,you'll find your peace because the ones who find the beauty,they see theirselves,when they find the doors of heaven,they form their peace inside them. Not many could believe it,but art is what's not always available on this world,it's connected with the spirit calling our bodies to set free.

𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊🖤

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“Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.” H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu House of R'lyeh by Talon Abraxas

My fears start to chase me when the lights are off. They would never let me stay in my comfort zone,they want to eat me alive and show my weakness,reveal me again and again. The darkness came to embrace my body as the whole world is crashing-splitting in two parts of reality and dreamland. Which world is the one that my heart desires the most? They turnd me as their anchor,i could run,but not reach them either. All alone in mixed space of pain and role play modes,my faces are always changing,i don't know who i should be,or maybe both. If I could find a way to draw my escape in my own chaos,i would believe that my exit is real. To find another piece of me,that's all i want. I want to heal.

-t.f.s.

𝖍.𝖕. 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖙🖤🐙

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Lost bird.

In her eyes i see million graveyards,

i see her in chains,her body is like caged,

in her world i was fighting alone,

the air smells like death,her eyes were green

like the poison that destroys,

she's a prisoner in her own mind,

she's trapped inside,she craved

for more wars-more desire,

her legs were moving themselves

like it wasn't her controling herself.

she was lost and in need to kill,

everyone was leaving her side,

that's why she became a weapon,

that's why her green shiny eyes cried,

but outside she was a death machine

for troubles and no one wanted to see,

that sadness made her dangerous to use,

the pain was never gone,she never lose..

....somewhere in the lost place of her own

the wind was blowing everything up,

and after the fog that scared million souls,

she was there,sitting on the edge,in a throne,

her scary existence was rare,staring on the center,

this creature had no idea what was hope to wear.

her world was falling apart,her love was taken,

she was drown inside with chains locked

deeper than ocean, malicious like a sin

empty as the void,she was keeper,

she was a reaper,sending souls' death away

i had to fight against her silent sadness,

i had to wash it all away and make her believe

that she was the loved one,she was needed to be free.

-t.f.s.

[Inspired by the anime Black rock shooter]

Senryū IX

Through the misty glass

forgotten truth remains as

pieces are folded .

-t.f.s.