Welcome to the universe of a rotten mind,
Skin, flesh and bone,
Cigarette smoke,
A dark little room,
A dirty mattress that smells of decay,
Sheets covered in blood and sweat,
A small dust coated window,
Curtains made of a ripped dress,
Empty cups of coffee that tastes like cheap cigars,
Paper strayed on the dirty floor
like the torn wings of a broken bird,
Loneliness, solitude and isolation,
Eerie feelings of despair and depression,
Grim air that gives birth to suffocation,
Darkness, Dusk and gloom,
Smells of burnt toast and cheap whiskey,
An existence buried deep in the middle
of the room of death,
Closed eyes, open lips,
Dreaming of poetry, phrases and alphabets.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
The Memoir of My Suffering
ŞiirWho are you without your suffering? Who are you without the sadness that you carry inside of you? I am nothing.
