Tunnelling without the sight.
Burrowing with a vision.
Scarred right down to my precisions.
My tears.
My pain.
My fears.
Insane.
Sanity washed with vanity.
Against the walls of my head.
I pray.
I say.
My way.
Why am I not dead.
I dream with freaks.
I scream inside my dreams.
My madness becomes my sadness.
I am dammed.
I am cursed.
I am reborn.
I am demon worn.
With corn as horns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem