Valley of Euphoria

I will take you to the endless
valley of euphoria,
when I feel tremendous joy
inside my core,
I will offer you red roses
every beautiful sunrise,
so you can remember those
bloodshed  wars,
which we have fought for pleasures.
if you stay in this enduring valley of flowers,
my undying fidelity
can lead you to immortality,
With my blood,
you will find the truth about the
existence of life.
my apologies towards the
rational commands I gave before,
this will be the end of your hideous
ignoring life.
and it is the beginning of the new.


She swallowed the moon
and wept in the darkness,
like a whore who forgot to enjoy the pleasures
of thousand sensual dreams.
being the one she never wanted,
and became the one they wished,
she found despair in the long lost emptiness
of somebody’s craving thoughts,
as long as they stare at her
she’s never a part of their world.

Red River

Water flowing under my bed
red but not my blood, nor yours
and I can see you on a hill
middle of some melting clouds
I see green meadows under your feet
if I'm drowned and die before your eyes
in this red river of innocent blood
enjoy my death if it pleases your soul
like how the death eaters celebrate
while consuming all the darkness

Dead girl

Dead girl's charm,
I kissed her forehead,
I remembered the touch of decayed flowers of last spring,
she carried all  in her bags
to understand death.
She tried and she understood
death is not the cruellest gambler
loving is the absurdity we create
in the end, we destroy everything
with sorrow and grief
that when you can release
love out of your life.
And death is never a stranger
it is always a part of you.

October Sky

October sky, what an awful delight,
Suspicious, they might be, maybe later.

The clouds of the dying daylight,
They are slower than the wind,
They are lighter than the colour
I keep in my veins to shed later.In every shade, they are doing,
Homicide fantasies without blood drops.Two persons should die every day,
The sun and me, because I shed tears for them.
even I try to colour them with my few blood drops
like I used to color my skin before.


when your skin felt my lips,
it's rhythmic pressure,
which holds our ancient link,I felt the universe in my head,
in the bed, I saw a million stars
and some unknown galaxies,I'm not sure is it an obvious dream,
you know the truth you felt the same,
only one disparity of reality,what else you saw in the dream?
Because you were the creator
of such heating obsession.


when your land drops its pride,
and gives it to the wilderness,
buried summer leaves will haunt,
in every cold place where you you remember the dreams
and those smiles in every flower,
will be gloomed, and you'll be doomed,
the hell you seek will start to seek you.rain will fall before the autumn,
kindness in your eyes will wither out,
the swamp will swallow your legs,
and you never feel what was eating you.devil's trumpets will grow wildly,
as a sign of your mournful death.
if it blossoms in fortune spring,
I will adorn your grave with its decayed flowers. But before you die, I have something to reveal.
"The devil is never real but I am"