I walked down through the halls of loneliness
And searching for myself.
My eyes are drops of lead.
Drawning more deeper
I imagine I am dying.
In the weep of the siren
I am finding my well-meant
"good morning…"
In the breath of the whiteness
I am opening my eyes.
Everything glowing deep in my soul
Is already broken down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem