I've become as death,
Yet I die!
Emotions left butchered,
Living solely in numbness.
Feelings graved in fallow Memory.
A mercenary who furthers the vision of the eye,
At the cost of humanity.
Innocent heart,
Torn and bewildered with fears and flaws;
Turned to thee-
Which thou didst turn into an incomprehensible machine!
Now, I know no grief.
Envy, flesh of Hate;
venoms me not.
Happiness sojourns in paths unknown.
Anticipation stands forgotten before my fuel of cold reason...
Or so he said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written. Very deep.