My eyes are sown shut, the Sights just too much
for any one man to bare, cold and ashamed
at what was there to see, and I’m to blame
Oh i yearn for the haunting of your touch
But i know that it will never be enough
And this blowing wind is dimming the flame
Of the love that we once used to proclaim
Every word spoken was just a stupid bluff.
Was i really feeble enough to think
that you were perfect and i needed you
within what is left of my life, so weak
but free from the poisoned air i drink
and with this freedom, i feel no abuse
and for once i feel i can stand and speak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem