Too far, too gone
I am but a mystery
Detached from the rest of the world
Too unique, too deranged
I am but a madman
Sleeping on my cloud of nails
Too deprived, too fulfilled
I am but an ironic thought
Desires and wishes have left me with nothing
Too confused, too alive
I am all but existent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem