Dead eyes coated with a grey glaze
so innocent, so blind behind the haze
twisted humans disturbingly obscurred
yet somewhat humorously absurd
rolling over my skin fear and confusion
its so warm and safe in blankets of delusion
crushing pain inside annouces the fatality
of another dream lost to reality
movie memories and stereo screams
disappear under a veil of dreams
emotions attack, shred, discard and descend
leaving confidence for emptiness to pretend
look at and judge me through your filthy widow pane
then tell me who carries the burden of the insane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dream and reality, happiness and pain. A living between to be or not to be. A deep poem.