it feels like everything is coming apart, and sometimes i cant even feel
the beat of my heart. which really scares me at times, and it feels i cant
grab ahold of this life of mine. it feels like im letting everyone down, cus
i walk thru deserted halls where the walls only frown. they show no
compassion, and im not swimming but drowning, so many close calls
and late reactions, keeps my face slowly frowning. ive been so happy
but yet so lonely, and my dreams at night are so fierce, i feel like ive
finally found a one and only, but my dreams show knives that pierce.
what is my sub-concious trying to say? that in the future ahead i will
painfully pay, for the wrong things ive done each and every day, the way
i turn from the ones i obey. i feel like ive walked over a freshly dug
grave, but to look at the headstone, i just cant be that brave. becus it'd
read... here lies me, a cold and lonely being, who never got the chance
to see, what it was like to believe in what was meant to be. becus i dont
want to believe whats real, and i hate feeling the pain i feel, when ive
come to the edge where i cannot deal, where a ghost drew my breath
to steal. in a world where nothings alive anymore, and its all my fault,
turning my cold eyes to fires that score, and they've locked me away
in an iron barred vault. i have no air, and i cannot breathe, thru the iron
i see red eyes that stare, and no matter how many times i blink they
just wont leave. i feel like ive been punished for something i didnt do,
it makes me sad to let you know, that im not really here but a ghost
within you, thats happened to show, for your pleasure and your love,
as thru the ceiling i'll forever drift above, masked in disguise by a sheet
white glove.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem