This itching starts and nails remove skin
I watch the blood like little streams within
Pouring the many agonies across my body
Sunken eyes ache for heroin’s democracy
Tied to this bed in ropes of insanities soul
How did I end up here without self control?
A strange piercing of fluids for democracy
Too many strangers looking now right at me
Was it something said or something meant?
I couldn’t quite remember as it slowly went
To a new sense of dementia or regretful hurt
Or fear of something I haven’t seen to alert
Or something else, or something else or else
The schizophrenic world that melts on a shelf
For this planet that goes up and down again
Silent wishing for someone to notice my pain
Why doesn’t anyone ever ask why I’m scared?
I feel when without love that I am so uncared?
Can’t breath, can’t walk, cannot go anywhere
Suspicious of my own reflection and I stare
This itching starts again and my sweat stings
A smile I feign as something that never rings
Except the sound in my ears of all my cries
Please release me when I am uncaught in lies
That face that is looking at me is looking at me
Again and again and again on my neck to see
The holes remain where their eyes now burn
And seemingly it’s I that somehow do spurn
Chaotic animal struggling against the nothing
The nothing of me and the nothing of something
Can’t quite find the answer when screaming here
Left all that is me when all so I have left is fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem