Beni Yakma

Instead of a breath — the thick coolness of forgotten nights,
You come like a ghost who took away the keys to warmth.
In your thoughts, the palaces of others' altars are frozen,
Where love, like a bird, died under the weight of resentment.
You look through me as if I am merely a transparent shadow,
That dared to disturb your proud, unshakeable dream.


Every gesture of yours brings a silent, harsh reproach,
Every step turns a grain of sand into a merciless fate.

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Don't burn me! Let me remain in your silence,
Do not destroy this loyalty that holds against the winds.
If the wound is sweet, let it bleed within me,
But do not ruin this bridge of broken yet sincere words.
Don't burn me alive in the flame of secret enmity,
I am but a drop of water in the midst of your burning need.


Have mercy... Or simply leave me to die.


Your hands draw circles on the cold glass,
Where the traces of our former, timid steps are frozen.
We sought salvation on this weary earth,
But found only the silent fury of deaf shores.
You are silent, but your purification demands sacrifices,
And under this judgment, my weakening mind grew dark.


Time groans in the fractures of shattered days,
Your heart is only becoming colder.
I am not a stone, I weep from eternal grievances,
Look how the soul burns beneath you!


Don't burn! Let the ghostly wrath vanish!
Hold back this wild, punishing maw of flame!


Only the silk of your words...
And the coolness of empty altars.