Fearlessly ripping through
My own cerebellum
Grasping at the last remnants
Of my sanity
Diving head first
Into a sea of unreality
Fragmented voices
Still rage in my head
Like venomous serpents
Injecting their poison into my brain
I’m trapped in my thoughts
With no way out
Destinies remorse
She cries for me
But the only one who can free me
Looks back at me through the looking glass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know a publisher...seriously, think about it.