And such is a mind
I have never seen;
another branch
of a decaying world.
The lost crimson yesterdays,
a bleak and lonely play.
Everything.
We want it all.
We want it now.
Love disguises
the greed with pain,
darkness conquers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
even in the darkness your find light.you may have to look a little more but its thier.