Sin ….

My hands are cold and alone because your hand does not warm. My hands want revenge … that sweet revenge. My hands are looking for you at this rainy and stormy night, and I know where to find you. I do not care what the wind clears my sinful tears and the rain hides my footprints .. Anyway, I will not come back the same way …. through innocence, happiness and love. It is now already past in the screams of my conscience. Tonight, while thunder being covered up my…

His elegy

He sits at the table already tired of being alone and only society he has, is a candle that gives so vulnerable flame. On the face of his, tears descend one after another and that tears are so hard like this pain that grips his soul. He drops his head because the shadow of shame obscures his cheeks. He can not go on, his path was darker and more all covered with thorns and blood off his hands. He knows that he will prosecuted through the valley of eternal hell,but…

The forest

While all the time my heart gets away from you, everything is so endlessly spinning in circles … All the roads criss-cross but these roads lead to only one place … lead me into the forest of the dead, of those who were buried without a heart .. without love. Wetlands are full of them. They are lifeless body in the forest of dead dreams where wind creates a harmonious lies and deceptions of every living soul. Wherever trod, trails will disappear beneath the darkness and the void will be…