“To Hell With Being Ashamed Of What You Liked.”

I compared her to my sunsets. She threw away the stormy clouds in her pocket and showed her shiny smile. That's called a morning sunshine.

-t.f.s.

Circle of substances.

Body being accumulated

shot in a deadly dream

songs are playing in grave

Words filled with blood

whisper to my universe

myths i couldn't hear,

Like an acid in my body

the whole world destroys me,

it eats me and never swallow

chewing me like a gum

to welcome nightmares

at my mind's door.

It happened again,

one night,million times,

they enter infinity.

Those cut wrists,

lips swollen

death is coming

to a near end.

"End is

beginning,

beginning is

the end."

-Voices repeat.

-t.f.s.

Sometimes i think that your eyes are poison and it makes me go out of control.

-t.f.s.

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How is it possible for me to remember the simplest movements of hands unknown to me:

They collect the memories slowly, with ease, so as not to drop them

and the words stop the music that I created for myself in silence.

But do they hear my sobbing heart

isolated by mirrored walls?

-t.f.s.

In the dark.

In the dark we open minds

just like a box of fantasy,

I want to take a brain trip

to your imaginary system.

In the dark we open minds,

close intentions,outside's cold,

chasing the shadows you're a hunter,

following your steps, devil's a stalker,

don't come closer, it's dark fantasy.

-t.f.s.

“But you have to manage that , you have to learn how to be alive after dying again and again. The art of recovery is to want to be alive after plenty of deaths.”

Моята дефиниция за самота е малко по-различна. Не сама, а сред хора усещам липса…

Monster.

A storm of madness

inside a dark hole

smashes existence

wearing Devil's name

on It's face.

-t.f.s