'He never existed. He was never real.
Nothing ever happened.
He never existed. He never will.
He's never been there. And yet, he dies today.'
Voices assure me of such a reality
But bear witness of my ultimate loss
Losing touch with my sanity
All for the greatest cost
To lose that which I love
To lose that which I desire
To lose my purity, like the cleanest dove
To lose it all to fall into my mire
The darkest heart
The blackest pit.
The ugliest soul
The softness hit.
The silent screams
The angel's touch
The begotten lover
Its all to much
So please bear witness
As I walk from this havoc
Down the wrong road, but it still leads somewhere
Somewhere goreful, as my true maverick
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem