I was hit by a lie
In the middle of my palm
In the eye of a storm
The silence is calm
Inside of a dream
A past is reborn
Inside of a nightmare
The future is torn
All your emotions stop
As the ice begins to melt
It all becomes a new
But nothing can be felt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
JOEY YOU LITTLE GENIUS YOU HAVE GIVEN ME A NEW WAY OF LOOKING AT RAINDROPS AND FURTHERMORE SOMETHING ELSE TO DREAM ABOUT OTHER THEN EATING ICE-CREAMS THE BLOB