Curtain Of Imaginary Vortex

Curtains of ımaginary vortex In the rayen black forest wander ı with my dead flowers. I look for my dead children with all my melancholy. So thirsty for peace is my soul that; I wait for my end with full moon light. Perceiving is so difficult And being able to find the truth. I can see the beauty of death; I can see the truth through my dull eyes Behind the curtains of imaginary vortex. On the roses shed ı each drop of blood From my eyes and ı vomit blood. Dreadful dreams again turn to beauty With the cold breath of death. ''ı just came... Don't know the reason. My feet took me here And ı kissed, without reason The body with the identify 'meAnd ı leave without knowing the reason. My feet take me from here.''