I am no friend of mine
Escaping sensibility
Always looking behind
Unlocking doors
Finding the man behind the curtain
Dreaming his dreams
Chasing phantoms
Rolling in desires
Searching for more
Chasing Liars
Lost in translation
Watching him bleed
Bleeding in the dark
Drowning in his sleep
The Unawakening Is calling
Calling him back to the deep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem