Alone i sit here in this quiet silence.Where sometimes wretched bells ring.It's either silence or whistles screaming violence. It's broken me down in all of my dreams.
Drawn into its charming obscenity, I feel. Theres a deep longing. A sharp terrifying vision of a dream running forward and reverse and back again. I think it may be taking over me.
I once thought there was a meaning to what I've been put through. I reason for all of this anguish.. Maybe it was all created by this torched mind. Maybe from feeling so left behind. From feeling so left behind by you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem