-I Have 99 Dreams And All Of Them Are You, But In Different Ways.

Sweet Music

Loving is your sense of touch,

Soft and gentle- just the way you look.

Your empire is my work of art,

Outstanding , my home is your eyes-

Searching for a spot invisible for others,

A smile so warm greeting me.

Tiny little fingers crossed my heart,

For a second, fire burned within me-

Voice like a thousand deities singing

Waiting to be reached for assurance ,

Looking for that comfort you gave ,

A sweet music that echoes beneath.

-t.f.s.

Her skin was a diamond

peeled off from society

used for cravings

another light turned

her echo into chaos

and what about

her risky chances

of survival?

She tip toed the edge

of her lungs to breathe ;

the mesmerizing fear

of trying to catch the rain

just lives inside her head ,

it dances in the wrong way

instead of her moving forward

she played in black tiles ,

wondering what's love like

as a complete tragic comedy

that beats in her own mind .

-t.f.s.

Can't wait.

Vanitas no Carte 2nd Cour »» Coming Jan. 2022

С последния си дъх

ще погълна всичко

за да мога да живея

да остана , да мечтая

в очи - вселени с

милиони галактики ,

живеят в тялото ми ,

ликуват в душата ми

с последния си дъх .

Inspiring.

Truth be told. I only hold the notion of hope so I can cope with the fact I have no control.

Every day it seems my emotions are laid out in front of me, splayed out and suddenly I'm drained out, my energy just fades out I want to be ok, but how?

I try to walk toward joy, but my legs give and the ground pulls me down in the usual way it seems to enjoy. My thoughts just turn into noise at this point. As the dirt cradles me, anxiety slips beside me and silently slides into my psyche.

I sink deeper into the earth and the dirt falls from the sides, spiders crawl up my thighs, I'm appalled when I cry out and my Lord won't reply.

Suffocating in this space the grace of God cannot reach this place. I accept my fate, quietly close my eyes and start my day.

Reborn.

Feels so good to be reborn,

my room of art awaits me,

let the sunset shine on me,

let it paint me in warmth.

-t.f.s.

Witch.

Blood's boiling

mercy's on my hands.

Casting a spell,

another universe dwells.

-t.f.s.

Senryū III

A sacrifice dance ,

a fight left and lulled into

hearts with pelts across doom .

-t.f.s.

Oddest places spent,

darkness in a hand,

shades of grey stand

in the palm of my head.

Falling down,

coming around,

there's fallen ash

under my pillow heart.

-t.f.s.

"Silent night."