Dilemma. Şiiri - Yorumlar

The dream of joining shattered glass particles is just the reality of this rebellious existence.
To understand, though, is that you do not care if your poison has leaked into the veins.
Like the way the sculptor gives a mud, we have the puppet presence and the ruling of the quadrant.
Sand storms in the whisper of the devil, and rotten curses in the temples as if worshippers.

They play in the hidden eyes and in the depths of silent and dark spirits.