The getaway is closing your blue eyes.
Your escaping this world of demise.
The cries of the despair grip you.
Feeling alone not knowing what to do.
Will this world takeaway your dreams?
Is reality just an illusion to you?
No matter how far I run. I carry the
memory of what I've become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem