Came from the islands
Were the sirens and their stolen symphony of a
Violence where the giants took humanity
You're handed a key to your curse
Birthed and spread like a virus
The imagination gets worse
As you recant all of the silence
The tears of a crying dream
Bleed out all over the altar
Innocence of ignorance
Structured the order of chaos
In the beginning you seek to see
The end of disorder
Your spirit believes
Because it sees your reflection over waters
And under the deep, There is a dark
Subconscious part of me that fights
To remember how it all started and dies
To forget an avant-garde creation of an artists deception
It paints a collection of souls passing through a vortex
They converge to a toll
Where they're handed a codex
Black and white you see in your infancy
But the light you breathe is your destiny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem