Another day spills into night;
a tall glass of rain to put out the light.
Smothering darkness seen from afar
chokes out the sky thats pinned to the stars.
So I slice the horizon with a butterfly knife
just to watch mother earth bleed out her life.
The daydream of my nightmares is that I'm living tomorrow.
You'll never catch me in yesterdays news.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem