I’m in a prison I can’t escape,
Battling my own nightmares,
And it’s pretty clear to me,
That no-one even cares,
I’m sat in the darkness,
In the corner of my mind,
And all I can think of is,
There is no reality to find,
I’ve reached my breaking point,
And my head is in my hands,
My lank hair touching the floor,
No life in the copper strands,
All I hear are my own words,
My own visions of hell,
I know that my soul is leaving my body,
Leaving this empty shell,
I’m alone and no one knows,
But through the years, all the while,
I am still trapped,
Trapped behind my smile
Blood Red Angel, Through your anquished words...I care. Nice write. Ray
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I would like to translate this poem
i can really relate to this