The process

Under the burden of moon light As soon as my eyes are closed in search of relief somewhere inside me and when my body is nearly begging for the heat absorbed from it. the war with me has begun, with the bullets of thoughts, rifles of imagination and with the gun powder of dreams. this dengerous and huge quantity of gun powder, writes the destiny of mine on the paper of me. the rifles cant wait to be loaded and make a light on that paper. Sometimes its really peacefull to see the pleasent smile of bullets which are making me transparent. after making me immortal for the rest of that night, After playing the game of "DIVIDE AND RULE" with me and my soul, i just give my self a tangle of memories to solve and give my healed soul scars a better shape by knifing. M really afraid that if i could get killed by myself for this pleasure, so i simply hide inside the dark corner of me untill my eyes which were insearch of some relief needs some relief.