I go out searching
For what I have lost
When I find what is missing
This maze gets bigger
I find this death
I look with my cold eyes
And you die!
What do I do – where do I go – is it me – or is it you – is it me – or is it them – is it me – or shall I go into a…eternal rest?
I retrieve what I set out for
I lost what I set out with
I have no hope
I have no despair
I look with my cold eyes
And you die!
What do I do – where do I go – is it me – or is it you – is it me – or is it them – is it me – or shall I go into a…eternal rest?
I say what I think….
I say what I know….
What do I get in return….
A cold look….
A sound of hatred….
And, inn my mind I wonder…
Why! Won’t you die?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem