Alone in the dark for hours I lie,
awaiting answers from the sky,
Angels dance while others die,
Some had their fun, and some had to cry
Wondering,
How much happiness, are they willing to buy, ?
is it worth ripping out their souls,
and bleed them dry? !
I had this need to free them
“why”
Seeing is believing, but perceptions are deceiving,
Thus the eye can be obliged to deceive the mind,
I am a heaving steed and im reaching skies,
the fire the im breathing is exceeding high,
you can try to see me, but you’l conceal your eyes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem