I live my life beneath my shadows
Scared of my own breath
Covering up my eyes for nothing
Curled up in an empty hell
What have I done to myself?
Drowning hopes and my dreams
Into the rivers of the deceased
I spread my arms into the darkness
Hoping to feel your warmth
My soul is cold and begging to leave
Confined and running out of creed
Nothing is ever as it seems
Time is playing with our needs
So, I slowly unfold my grief
Up on the dark end of the street
Where love is sold in abundance
By the hookers and the thieves
Sun is coming down on me
Tides of grey are pulling me away
I need you to hold me tight
I need you to hold me on the inside
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem