consumed by the secrets of another truth-
testing you, calling you to relapse.
respond to your routine existance-
calling you, enthralling you to relapse.
the goals of the next day never seen here
far beyond the terms of what you need now,
the creature has another way, he's watching me,
calling for the indepth mandatory process of the artist.
mandatory, the choice has been made
mandatory, you gotta get another way
you falling for the face in your dreams
but the shell inside the flesh
has fed on what your life has lacked
and comes away, with the thirst for desire,
the need to inspire
the curse of the heir,
the mark of the bearing equivalence as
the angry monster cowers down,
this is the place, in this old town,
the trick is to keep it intune
and the life of a virtue consumed
the role of the heir,
just keep your head where you care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem