Hascuko

The drip-drop of heavy rain mixes with the sound of tears, - The shining water on her cheeks is hidden behind the curtain of silky strands, The soaked locks are plastered to her figure, The hunched shaking shoulders are covered by a thin article of clothing, The wet dress is dripping sky tears on the ground, The sandaled feet are swollen and bound by the leather starps, The trembling hands and clenched fists are by her sides, The bloodied right hand is holding a revolver with no bullets, The soil that she stands upon is shadowed by the clouds high up in the skies, The city around her is empty not a soul nearby at this hour

The waves crash onto my still form as I lay there staring into that bright sky Will I find enough seashells today for that makes the house of mine shift I find myself thinking just like the day before and the day before that and so on and so on and on The seagulls cry and that familiar song echoes out and around Thin whisps of cloud float down to the edge of the sea and the fish king jumps out and up to catch them whole.

Morning, day and evening what those three are for when the world is being destroyed without the notice of the time --- -I'll hug a tree and kiss it better when it's branches are cut off and sap leaks from the stump- You say when you are four. But such naive and childish thinking, when dad cut off an apple tree where a nest of mockingjay had nested, had dissapeared without a trace a while ago. Now you are the head of the hierarchy which crushes childhood dreams and makes me say, when we meet for dinner -oh, sweet, sweet irony of life-

A hair tight string wound 'round my hands when I began my train of thought of how the world was not so fair at all and how the human race was all too cruel for us -The world is dying- you've said once and I've refused belief of such thoughts then But such a foolish act has cost us all too much for when we fell we have received the backslash of our innocence The world's been going like a broken record for a while now with humans dancing and discreating everything around us The rate at which we're going at now wasn't lost for much longer until we fell again.

Colours of blindness makes my eyes hurt, all of that gamma and my head starts to spin like a pinwheel on wind and a rattle of tin. Reaching out in the dark and grasping nothing I fall forward into the invisible abyss never reaching the bottom and pulling straws from the sides. I scream aloud and feel the vibrations all around but there is not a sound coming out I can't hear a thing, why? This black abyss absorbs everything. I feel the rushing air around me but there's nothing but stillness I have a particular taste in my mouth It  is not unpleasant but it is still not to my liking --- The air is ripe with death

A sky-colored butterfly rising to heavens ‘till it fades from sight A muck-colored water falls all the same into puddles around me Sightseeing is failing when it rains and makes everything hazy Horn raised high which you blow and the sound echoes around us But still, my mind grows weary for all that was unseen by us, which were like one

An autumn fire spreads through the forest With an aim in mind to catch every breathing green in its vicinity Colours change so fast, I don’t have time to blink There! I catch a wisp of yellow and oh! The forest is burning Fast like a virus it goes from one tree to another Switching the leaves so that they differ from each other ----- What a beauty I caught with my eyes today.

Shiny and bright blue cherries Hanging on a tiny branch Green and clean, but plastic like a painted colour Orange fiber cloth is wrapping rounder shapes than plant itself Looking at it you’d think it’s natural But it’s just a flower pot on a windowsill

A lonely cloud that swims through sky, A bird that mocks the people For all we’ve been through Would you tell, that I’m honestly still smiling? Like flower buds that turn to sun So that they wouldn’t wilt away I take your hand and hold out mine so that you wouldn’t run away A cautious mind is nothing bad but still, don’t let it turn you coward For all we’ve gone through would you tell, if my demeanour is still joyful?

Straight to the point you say words that hurt Pierce through the soul and into my side Mind numbing pain makes my head quite unclear And clenching of heart tells that you are in fear The thoughts and assumptions of my jumbled up brain Make me lose my footing and I’m tumbling down stairs.