my human landfill

all in all, my life here is nothing more than a human landfill...

and i'm just working so hard to die smart, waiting for the day to come, the clock to strike a quarter past my death...

nothing more that we all ignore...

anyway, there are rooms for all of us in god's place next to the mosh potatoes...

empty closet

my birth is no near,
no reply
to any questions to hear.
some bread to offer,
ı cannot reach.
any breath to take,
out of speech.
can't stay,
can't stand alone.
can't set my poor knees on thorn.
ınto obscurity
my fate was born...

dashed and torn

from all this sea of theft,
only my poor heart is left.
solitary in it's weary self,
my restless pain erects in depth.
all dashed and torn into pieces
my love's been born,
and there's nothing to give
thus you seized all that i believe

paper cut

My dreams are papercut.
They all burn my heart.
My mind, like an earthquake,
Everything falls apart.
And i gradually start
To lose my conscıous part.