Going towards the deadly cliff

I'm not deteriorated

I'm just falling

into the depth.


I'm not dying

but I feel like

I'm going towards

the death.


Everyone is going towards

that direction,

whether they realize it or not.


I just feel like

my speed towards death

is accelerated

more than ever ..


I'm on the half way to the

deadly cliff


Am I going to

jump out from the there

to the other side ?


Will I be saved

or not ?


Will I reach

the other of the cliff

or fall ? ..


Nobody knows their fates,

but we can sense

if the death is closer ..


After jumping out from the cliff,

I will fly ..


Nobody knows

the fate of my motor cycle

until the death tears me apart from there

and fall

C'est la vie..

Things doesn't go

as I wish

or as I planed.


Maybe,

that is the life

Very last wish for my last breath

If I die tomorrow,

what have I left

to be done ? ..


I don't know.

It's a sudden question

like a red theatre curtain of death

suddenly falls on my head.


I don't know

what I want to do..


I probably sit there

thinking of my

very last moment..


Maybe I'm not able to

concentrate on

doing anything else.


And the clock is still

ticking

to the last moment

of my breath..


Maybe all I can do is

just to wish

to be calm

to face my own death.


I don't know.

What else can I do ? ..


My mind just go blank

until the very last moment


and then,

time will be run out.

TORTURERS

People who

torture the others

haven't got a heart

to feel

how much

people who are tortured

hurt.


When they become

other way round,

would they finally

feel the pain

and regret

what they have done ?

Or just scream out

their own pains

and

behave like

they are the only one

who suffers ?


I've seen so may people like that

in my life already.


There's nothing more to expect that

those people would turn to be a

good-hearted in the end.


Cold-hearted would

never turn out to be

Warm-hearted.


I knew that already.

Their own cruelty doesn't count

People don't care

about cruelty

if it's towards the others.


But people do care

if it's towards them.


They don't mind

killing the others.


But they do care

when they are killed.


That is the " law "

which works in the most

Western countries

and many others.

Walking on a Red Dead Sea

When loneliness bites you

in the air,

it bites your neck

and suck your blood,

and it becomes

Red Dead Sea of Blood.


It spread rapidly on a dried land

as if blood sucks the Earth.


Now you are about to drown

in a Red-blooded Sea

and call somebody for help

but nobody was there.


When you finally get to the shore,

you start to drink your own blood

from the Read Dead Sea to survive.


Nobody come for days,

it seems like for ages.


I saw people ages ago,

and now almost have forgotten

the languages to speak.


Sun burns above my head,

there's no water around,

the only thing I can drink

is my own blood

from the Salty Red Sea

to extend my life..


That salty red water

melts on my tongue

taste like some kind of raw glue

and my throat becomes

thirst to death.


I'm walking on a Read Dead Sea,

which is about to be dried.


As my throat is dried out,

there is no voice to scream for help

any more.

No more words come out from my mouth.


I close my thirsted eye lids

under the burning sky,

Sun seems always there

while I sleep or am awake.


My exhaustion is at the peak.

When I see the last blink of the light,

I feel faint

and I lose consciousness in the end ..


And I wake up

on my bed again

on my red bed linen,

and I think to myself

" It's all over .. it was just a dream "

Water drops become icy hail when they reach water puddle on the ground

What is the thing

you have to overcome ?


That might be the sadness,

That might be the loneliness,

That might be the madness in you


Deep sorrow flows

as you watch in the air.


You see water drops in the air.

Is that called rain ?

Or is it called tears ? ..


What is floating

in the sky of your inner space,

maybe it's just called Whatever.


You watch it as it falls down.


It flows slowly

in the air,

and that drop is floating

for a while,

And then suddenly drops

onto the water puddle

on the ground.


Even its splash is in slow motion,

and its water is

crystal clear and icy cold.


You watch it

as it goes by,

flows and falls down.


People call it

rain

or tear's drop

or maybe just " whatever ".


It doesn't matter

what is called.

It comes out

from my mind

and flows into the air.


As I watch it goes by,

floating in the air,

suddenly it drops

onto the ground.


Water drops and falls.

Someone wish for it not to fall,

but it has a fate to do so.


When it falls down on the ground,

it looks crystal clear

and becomes pieces of

icy hail

broken into pieces.


And when Sun comes up later on,

it melts onto the soil

and then,

you wake up again.



Water drop becomes icy hail

when they reach

water puddle on the ground.