Line of the Greenest Şiiri - Siyanür Green

neither that drop of hate, leftover
nor the causes remain sober
lost the black hands of the clock
asking your story to be locked
choice is yours; ocean or hell ?
they cannot read its eyes well
still in God's mind... dreadful fate
you may either purchase or sell
still in demon's heart, the greenest lake
choice is yours; sooth or fake ?

bloody play took over an invisible stage
nothing can be done against blinding ink,
burying your story to keep it alive
too dead to change the fate of your juvenile

a complex rage creeping before my eyes
you're exhaling my cyanide, that greenest light..

(07.04.2024)