Blown out, you're looking the sun in the eye till nightfall
Without realizing that the blazing star has kiped your eyesight
And you're stepping into nonexistence of the infinite night
Where freaky visions blindside you, driving you up the wall.
Pink spiders with swords and tin hats emerge from under your bed;
You're looking for bullets to load your heater, but it is too late:
Entangled in huge sturdy spiderweb, you scream and see red
While monsters, blind with rage, are getting ready to decide your fate.
''I've lost my sight and not my mind, '' you think to yourself
When familiar surroundings reappear, you are a kid again,
In the kitchen, trying to reach for a cookie jar on the shelf,
Unaware that it is a vague old picture stored in your brain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem