I try, but I have been clinched by a strong net,
stuck in an ocean making my dreams always wet.
Where should go to find you? what to do?
I'm just another fool, taking pictures of you without a spool.
My eyes are grey, don't come close to me! GO AWAY!
My mind is bleeding,
cant stop seeping.
God patch it with 19 stitches,
that the was age when I fell into an illusion with immortal witches.
Drowning me in their devil-pot, I have no stamina, please cut off my left hand, mind of a child as i never planned to be a man.
My grey eyes looking at these grey skies,
stealing telling grey lies.
With my grey smile i just curl up into a corner,
cant even look at the face of my unborn son or daughter.
A grey bird sings a grey song...
and when I show them what's right, they say I'm wrong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow I love this poem.