“When We Lose Certain People, Or When We Are Dispossessed From A Place, Or A Community, We May Simply

Me facing my problems

Deadly virus.

In depths of evil,

fingers in the dirt pray

to welcome God's darkness,

to take us upper in the air.

Floating secrets hidden in minds,

mouths covered with mud

to grow a poison so good,

feel the tearing pleasure,

plague is coming to greet us.

-t.f.s.

We don't waste time in speech,

We do bleed in touch, angels of love..

And it is tough to know how much

Life spends your worth to live on.

Something seems to be found in loss.. we never know.

-t.f.s.

Singing Nightmare.

nightmare is a singer

singing in the dark as

there is a following cry

in the corner of my own.

sirens appear as

hallucinations of deep fear,

crying is not gonna save us,

trap is going to break us,

no one is here to take us.

the fear we are waiting for

is near...

so closer,i can feel the cold air

making goosebumps on my skin,

telling me to prepare

no time for deadly stories,

fear soon is coming,

screams aren't helping

they only break the ceiling

wishes in this planet

don't come true,

death is all for you,

all for you,

don't waste it

don't taste it,

don't regret it,

hear it...nightmare comes,

it comes for you to

sing you a song.

Witch.

Blood's boiling

mercy's on my hands.

Casting a spell,

another universe dwells.

-t.f.s.

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.

Senryū II

Briny taste of air ,

bright line with noise of abuzz ,

chandelier of hope .

-t.f.s.

DEAD WONDERLAND.

A thread between virtuality and truth,

the wind sings,the walls turn black,

shadows run quickly through them.

Does heaven exist in this murky world?

The wind blows hopelessly,

someone's eyes watch through hell.

The silence was a temporary consolation,

a noise-death sentence.

Weapons become poison to life,

and life changes.

That relentless smile,

making its way through

the mind,is getting wider.

The goodnight song flies through the air

and reminds of death.

Death,which they called

paradise and solvation.

Mask hides the face of death,

whispers it's last wishes

before killing someone

for good night.

The gates of hell open..

blood is pouring everywhere...

the flowers are dying along

with the song of the wind.

-t.f.s.

people are like “i am fine” and then stare into the void all night.

its me, i am people.

I know.

I know that when I try to take my pain, It's temporary feeling and It still hurts like a thousand times of breaking. My breath leaves my body and It won't let me think properly. It's taking too long to go back to my stable mode. It just burns my whole skin like sun, and gravity is no needed in my head,it just throws my oxygen away. But I need that oxygen. I need that life like I need the homemade bread in the morning, the sweetness...it's taking me back where I used to have a comfort zone. And happiness- just me running down the garden with flowers in a sunny day,having a place to seat on and watch the smiley sky.

And I need that..that patience that takes too much time on my self-improvement,because I still am not blooming yet. I'm trying..I'm learning to stay alive.

-t.f.s.