I walk down this dark black path all alone
A hood over me covering my eyes and head
My only company are the cold silent stones
Looking like a worshiper of a god long dead
I find a realisation the I shouldn't be here
That I should've died a long time ago
Although I am aware of this death I do not fear
For I know that it will come for me soon enough though
People see me coming and run back inside
These silly foolish people are afraid of me
Behind windows of lies and ignorance they hide
Which is idiotic because they really shouldn't be
So I just continue down this dark road
Only sure of one thing I really need to do
Searching for an answer I was never told
To find out what ever happened to you...
Angel of hope come now to me..
Mend my heart with your golden thread
Weave your healing all around
In and out through my dark soul undead
Patches of love to cover the void
Made from the finest in the land
Tenderly spin me a new dream
One of love and hope in between
Cradle carefully my ruined heart in your clutch
In the finest of silk that cannot tear
Soft and sensual to the ephemeral touch
But strong enough for many years of wear
Show me with unbridaled pride at the start
Give me to one who will cherish to the core
A slightly used but still useful heart
One that will keep them warm with love forever more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem