For you,

Whose made life’s agenda to hurt me,

I created the world of wild cats on entry and infinite lava covered forest,

Burn your desperate tongue while you crawl in your poisonous spit.

Go ahead, put your pity step on its ground.

I created the place where I don’t feel,

Or care to speak language of politeness.

To you,

Cruel and cowardly ones,

Who touched and crossed over my carefully cherished place,

I built a country

Where no free streets are left to walk on

To accommodate kindness or forgiveness.

It isn’t made of my heartbeats,

And it’s not meant to scream justice,

Or to uselessly reveal the truth,

Sadness chased my breath away because you powered through my being.

You pleased your inner monsters, laughed hysterically, celebrated…

you sick son of a bitch

For you,

Who stood in your madness upon arriving,

Protesting to your emptiness

You stay there,

Play your angry gamesΒ with your mates,

And hold onto the thrills of hurt

That use to pull my heart out.

My boat is departing to the colors of bright shores.

You didn’t earn to stay in my world.

What life gives

I stopped listening to the pretty voice

of his silent emotions ,

from where his broken heart is wanting to enter into

another side of its loving,but always sad eyes.

The pleasure and the pain ,

so boundless ,

but never clear enough

to assure you

that long forgotten is near

and that you’ll never wholly know it.

You gave your heart

as if it was a tear wiped away .

Your ears heard mixture endings

of the lonesome dreams .

I stopped marching trough them,

and wave colorful clouds over it.

The depth of the ocean

wishes to rob untouchable stones

of the misery ,

wearing your burden in it so well.

I stopped imagining love

that vanished in a talented artist muse.

What ones heart can endure

I already have.

What life gives willingly

I’ll only take.