The more I love, the less I feel
The more I feel, the meaning drifts away
This sleep which I dream of is peaceful,
Yet the sleep I endure is of most chaos
Why do I continue to bother?
The more I am loved, the less I feel
The less I feel, the world drifts away…
Feeding this hate inside me, eating at me
Shunning the love within me, starving…
What’s happening to me?
The light draws near, and the path is clear
But the truth disappears into the midnight clears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem