Monster.

People weren't capable of creating light.

They just stayed behind the ashes and smell of destruction painted in a black hole.

Before it could attack, the void was a spiral that fed itself with your soul.

-t.f.s

My mind is a house with closed curtains. My heart is a wound with opened wide mouth. I used to hear the music, used to feel it loud. But everything is blurry, i can't stand it. Imagination is dark and it has a place for a love killer. Voices used to be soul's favourite and now they are the unknown in the desert... Searching is travel but there is no light if the house isn't opened.

-t.f.s.

Insane!!

Teeth,I hear scratches on my walls,

the voices,they paint dead end on my head.

I can see smiling faces behind me,burrying

me and my thoughts with their dirty hands.

Happiness- is that sound happiness when

your neck cracks instead of relax?

It haunts me,their pain follows-

all the yellow colour tones make me throw up.

I need them to get out of me and my messy mind,

GET AWAY,GET AWAY- I shout.

Blood covered with twisted lies,

I'm traveling in a twisted world,

my life is an insane tribe.

-t.f.s.

Artache gets me high

Keeps me continuing inside

Art's throwin' away my bad vibe,

I do not like it,but i like it sometimes.

-t.f.s.

To Be Loved.

Oh, to be loved is not to sit and talk,

It's not drinking each other's blood,

It is a pure magic- to help and learn,

growing does matter, It's how we born,

this is a way of healing of broken hearts,

that's the true feeling when I see your eyes,

when they sparkle like I've never seen before,

and the pain releases, we prepare for inside-war.

Oh, to be loved is to see through darkness,

Through your path showing the unknown,

It is how to set it free, and we'll no longer

be incapable, separated and not enough.

To be loved is to be "you and me",

to feel it as long as you breathe,

as long as you stay to live.

It is black

Inky black

Empty black

And cathedral quiet

I can hear everything that doesn't move

Every monster that isn't there

But I am not scared

Not frozen

Or even a little unsure

I know this darkness

I know this silence

It is comfortable

Familiar

And I am content

Content with darkness

It does not silence me

Or confuse me

Or overwhelm me because I am light

And the darkness welcomes me

What is darkness?

Nothing more than the

Naked absence of light

It is my purpose

And my passion

Without it

I am useless

I am not afraid

When I sit in darkness

-ex Nihilo

How is it possible for me to remember the simplest movements of hands unknown to me:

They collect the memories slowly, with ease, so as not to drop them

and the words stop the music that I created for myself in silence.

But do they hear my sobbing heart

isolated by mirrored walls?

-t.f.s.

Feelings.

Tired or not, who cares?

Sad or happy, who stays?

Harder to be sad sometimes

is like harder to be happy,

who else sees the other picture of me

trying to be someone else to chase?

In order to complete, we run in chaos

giving it a try to full ourselves,

happy isn't a gift, nor sad to be

we deserve to live

just like places in us

deserve to be free.

-t.f.s.

-No matter where you are going to,i'll sing our song when you're gone.

Source: quotes.

Hot Love.

Ticklish words ,

like small touch

lays around your neck .

Holding breaths ,

let warmth join in

to let feelings slide in .

-t.f.s.