dark poetry

So far away
the memories go
without any left ..
Only tempest hurt that imprinted the commoners.

Tapestry janjipun
have become blankets
tangled
I can not knit
as an outlet
direction amarah ..

Like tongue ..!

Between Two sides of a knife
even this sharp
splitting blood and water
eye..
pouring down wet
all angles of weakness
soul..

And
It's just the dark black sair I offer as a wound dressing
impingement shortness ..

As if
No embarrassment
The black sair I poured
reap and reap sadistic rage from a weak-hearted owner like me ..

I am stupid..
I'm too stupid as a human
who just deserve to love without being loved ..

I also have no power to paddle life boat.
However!
I do not want to go back
if the scratched later is the old wound

Oh lonely night ..
Allow it
this fist I opened and then I dumped on the dew conditioning ..
In order to think a little of what is written to this quiet lunatic ..