Don't let your halo choke you to death.
It's hanging around your damn neck!
Thoughts of fear sprout out of the walls
They garnish the corners, they spread on the floor.
Lost in this other dimension I created.
Somewhere between delusions, the war begins.
Losing myself to this nonsense!
Leave me to my sorrows until I fade away;
Till I'm nothing but a spirit and I lose this form of clay.
All the feelings that I hide;
Tearing me up inside!
I never get respect!
I am thousands of miles away, but I can hear you from here! Well done!
its got voice to it as i read it, not just auto tone. PLEASE CONTINUE!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
respect: making those around you as comfortable as possible, even at your own expense. and on that note, you will always have my respect regardless of relationship.