The clock is ticking and time is running out... I can hear those tick-tocks. In
my time of filth; I hear some strange voices those are calling my name. I can’t
say anything to them. It is unusual when a man speaks nonsense. I am talking
about a wise man. A man without doubts and suspicions…
Once upon a midnight, there was a
little child crying in a corner over his meaningless life. The child grew up and
became a stupid man –a man without a name-. Is it worth fighting for? A life
without a meaning… A secret without a keeper…
I am living in a world of lies. I
got my job; I walked around a beautiful life. Finally I understood, those all
were painted lies. The truth will never show its face, never ever!...
Plummeting into jet black empty holes is all I can do. Crying behind the dirty walls of my life is my
secret habit. I never wanted to be a stupid man. Everyone is playing tricks on
me. I have nothing to do; I have nothing to say…
Bliss… the only dream of
humankind… where is it? How can a man find it? It is only a bloody parody… I
have seen the jeering faces of the people to me… I have no eyes at the back of my head, but
I have a lot of masks to see those faces. All I can do about that is smiling. Yes,
pretty stupid smiles…
There is a stubborn baby behind
this mask that I am wearing this time. Why do I feel like I have to make myself
acceptable to those stranger people? I really have no idea. But sometimes I
feel like I know the answer. But all that questions I answered were wrong. How
can I spell the answer? There is no way to go away!...
I need a lullaby to sleep now.
And never wake up again. A lullaby like whisper… A whisper of an angel… The
angel of death. Please angel of death take me… take me to my real home… I know
the real bliss is right beyond there…
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