romantizma [English translation]

Childhood is hidden with naphthalene

Memories has pale skin

Who was fool?

Maybe my mind was a sea and I am drowned

Who is responsible?

The weather is cloudy at my eyes

God censored tomorrow

Movies was all cinemascope

My last stranger was a mascot

The past is always black and white

My life is instrumental

My calendar is frieze

My stomach is sick

I produced a lot of reasons. My factories are bankrupt

Who is firendly? Who is real? Answer me!

Apology was like a debt, the most difficult kind to be paid

I gave the heart to seizure

But you were the one who is in debt

The abandonment is just from an evasion

My last known condition is miserable I am alive know that

I am going delete my name. I am in pain dig my wound

Your existance is as the same as your absence

And thousands of carrions that left to die in this road are in chaos

And face my wind

The countdown is at 105. The suffering fallen into dovey

Sleepyness is late at watch. No sleep.

Fear stuffed query inside me

My heart was always broken at the indent

You could not look at my eyes because you were all low-minded

I have turned inside out

I created a trap for every mouse that nibbles me inside

I was suspicious paranoid

I found my soul on the road. Grabbed its arm and put it in its home

I have buried half of me and turned to the sun the other half

My swear was to myself

And watch out it is all over your tongue that you spit

Screams at this soul that you have exploited are tangle

Chorus

You were my excuse

You were my excellency at my every crime and I started begging

My last condition was miserable

I was asking my present self about my old self

You were my supervision

You became a poem for darknesses and read for tens of times

My last condition was a stranger

The miserable poet broke his pen

Defencing the surface is essential

Justice is a hoax

This road that I know its end revealed the unknown cliff

My eyes are crater hole

Even though, the monotonous pen is at my hand, I write my pessimistic composition

You shall bring my end

Every truth that is made fun of bruises honour

Every passing minute is a phenomenon that collapses metabolism

Humankind has made the decision

Your mistake stabs pride

Ravishers which stand there are the kiss of death for life

Let my dead babies sleep with awe

In the orbit of a misted mirror

My hypnosis is for these misted reflections that travels around

And why saying “I am tired” to almighty with an incomprehensible attitude

I am hopeless about today

Take the mistakes and put them where they belong

I have also challenged every answer with a question

I have founded a theatre with a clue

I have played and found a warrior in his arena. He was blind

The bridge is collapsed in the middle. Sagopa has seen

Your absence was a forced death. The deepest...

Let my hands be your writer

The fire shall begin in the rooms of my mind. I wait cool

I don’t know who I am?

Life is raging bull and I am the red cape.