By Bilgehan Tuğrul
I'll throw cherry stones into your eyeballs
someone will definitely hit you and get on your nerves
forgive me, I forgive you for going to Venus
without me
the carousel is on fire, let's ride it
and
let's not go to hell without each other
deal? my dear deer.
from your eyes
a cherry tree will branch out towards my feet
first I will water you
and
in the evening I will bring you crows in case you get hungry
blood will cover your body,
I will drink your cherry juice
and
I will hang myself on you
on a weekend you least expect,
my dear deer.
I will sell my good deeds in hell
and buy flip-flops and a pitcher for both of us
now you will water me too
I'll be a monster’ hairdresser on my days off
and buy tickets to a world where we can both be trees
my dear deer.
crows are walnut fasting
so they can put out our eyes
with cherry stones
don't be afraid, my dear deer, we are burning on the merry-go-rounds.
accompanied by the insanity songs of the demons
we pay for our sins down to our bones
would you believe that I had sins even in hell?
I cut off his head instead of making his hair because
headlessness would suit the monster better
my intentions were good but good intentions are not enough to be a good person.