clearly no longer I can see
what life had in store for me
lost are dreams never to reveal
that life might had upon that hill
eyes that dim is the life for me
never seeing true reality
in this emptiness I scream
but no one hears the demon seed
surronded by sounds I see
something touched my soul so deep
I taste the color of such a sound
I feel my spirit leave the ground
lifting higher than moutains high
I almost seem to touch the sky
then my wings they fail me now
Iccarus brother wont you save me now
there is nothing left for you to see
no sound to utters from reality
all is black no caress I feel
thats how I know I am not real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem