Purchasing Death
 
Dictated by the tortures, lines are bleeding. Never that much hurt, was the pain, when owned by others. All pens are after the misery I own, to be painfully inspired. Surely death it was that mostly motivated us to be hopeful. Adjectives, adverbs, clauses related to suffering and all abandoned words were after us, searching for us to give a piece of good news.
 
We were giving a legendary struggle against happiness there, on the earth, mirroring the gloominess of being forgotten. That was how we were celebrating the chaos we were in and presenting our dying wish for anarchism in a broken pot, to God. Defective were our hopes, defective were our thoughts. We had excluded all good emotions from our hearts and destroyed the bridge between the bodies and souls.We even were free of ourselves.
 
I have never tasted my tears so much at the peak of pain. Within the mouldy diaries, hidden is the source of those cries, of which even God seems to be unaware. Why should he be? Wasn’t this what he wanted when he sent Adam and Eve to the center of ambiguities?
 
The description of beauty is being redefined in confusion. We all gathered to give the last fight, ordering death, paying cash, although it will cost us our lives, which never really belonged to us, through which we tasted nothing but a bundle of tear.
 
This is the order of death. Me, paying cash. Begging to the Ethereal for the Eternity …
 
Muhammed YILDIZ