The Black Mind
These streets have become the shadow of pain,
The wounds do not heal,
In front of me are the tombstones,
The soil has turned into blood,
If the walls had a tongue, they would speak…
Darkness descends again on my bitter story,
Look at my wound, it was a cure I couldn’t explain to anyone,
How many doors have I closed, how many cups have I broken,
My back aches from the weight of my silence.
I planted pale flowers that bloom from tears of sorrow,
My mind screamed even though my tongue did not say it,
The sea in your eyes while I leave the lands,
My heart that was completed with you while I was in your hands.
Every particle of me, the sun rises and sets,
My mind gets darker, and my hands are under the black soil,
The sun sets in the horizon of the hungry soul.
My pain is like a deep pit,
I don’t know how to get out of it.
It eats me from the inside,
And makes me feel lonely.
And my time is short, farewell and separation,
Feelings and words flow through my blood, screaming,
My heart struggles to breathe, as pain surrounds me.
I tried to escape from the pain,
But it followed me like a shadow,
I tried to forget you, how?
But your memory is everywhere.
If I scream, does my voice touch your hair?
And the sea of separation devours your eyes, it becomes a land of migration,
The walls surround me like tombstones,
My mind has become black, my hands are under the black earth.
Shadows blend with the prayer on the prayer mat,
The walls that engulf me like tombstones,
These streets have become the shadow of pain,
My thoughts compete in a whirlwind of suffering.
I search for myself in this infinite universe,
My breath is like the edge of a knife,
My broken chest is always filled with pain,
My dreams are like a nightmare between life and death.
I will dig this earth with my blood-stained hands,
Even if I sacrifice, you will not return,
The mirror draws an unknown image of the self,
I search for light in the darkness of the dark night.
In this city of shadows, where the streets weep tears of sorrow,
Where the tombstones whisper stories of love and loss,
I stand alone, my mind a black abyss,
My heart a stone, my soul a ghost.
So my dreams bring pain and pain drowns me,
The melodies of life play sad tunes,
I search for hope in this dark hell,
For pain is not the end, but a new beginning.
