Unthinking and unmoving, presiding only in myself
To grasp it and be unable to at the same time
Who do you wish to see? To know?
I laugh in the faces that can and do
Not in the exposure, but in the evilness of it
You foolish savage, keep your eyes away!
For the unceartanty of my breath matches yours in a far off distance
Closing in on us, incasing us in its existance
Desperatly we try to capture a fond memorie
Yet, I think of none
The Devil screams, 'How HEARTLESS you are! '
Is it so? I can't believe it to be true.
If I wasn't who I was to you,
Would you still speak to me the way you do?
Or then treat me like a friend?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem