I sit and stare futilely as all is ripped away
And when our darkness sits in light
The whole world falls and shatters;
Into a million peices, our delusions and illusions
They break just as we do
So fragile and so strong
So seemingly surreal
And in the blues of the night
Relivations rarely appear;
But they burn bright like stars when uncovered
We covet those particular trinkets
There are others but, this is mine
And we all stand witness
To the ending of the empire
And the building of another
We wield the knife that cuts them down
And raises them up
Because the death of me
Arose you
The truth of us cuts through armor
And pierces bone
It makes the core of you bleed
And your delusions that solidify the world,
Crack
And then you shatter;
And build up again
And what exists in our minds is real, whether we name it
Or let it exist only in the darkest corner of our hearts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem