Treasure Island

Aidin Azarkerdar

(9/11/1987 / Iran)

voice of night

voice....voice of night
in the dark forest
walk by the fear
shadow of trees
the blood curdling masks
for the forest
voice of Animals
werewolf in the dark
eyes look at me
side by side
walk with me
walk in the dark forest

I run, run
for free
shine, , , ,
werewolfs chace behinde me
I yelling
werewolfs laughing
voice of happy
cry of fears
white stone front me
freedom is only hallucination
freedom is only mirage
freedom is dead end
aggress to me
I fear
I cry
My tears in the eart
I look at sky
sky is dark
sky is cloudly
tears....dark rains
I laughing....laughing....laughing
disembowel... .
vo ice of night
howler in the forest
dark sky
red stone was stone of freedom
die for freedom

Submitted: Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, December 21, 2010

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