One… two… three… Count these broken links of sanity
Four…Five…Six… Hear the rhythm of the clock as it ticks
Seven… Eight… Nine… hear the voices? It ain’t mine
Watched by angels in repose, the daemons following close…
This asylum of unspoken fears; threatens everything I hold dear
See everyone that’s departed…now shush! Be quiet, you’re damn retarded!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem