I implore to you with all my heart
Dont leave me alone with myself
For I fear whatever it may be that I can do
For though the enticing voices give me solace
They on occasion like to play with the psyche
Tis well known that solitude is what I prefer
Instead of interacting with those people
For their mundane problems bore me
As they do not know what it is like to suffer
To suffer so much that the only way to end it
Would be to consider slowly releasing lifes essence
yet here I stand in want of a companion
Any companion just to keep me distracted
From the ever whispering demons
Their words are like sweet nectar to the brain
Lulling me into a sense of false security
Suddenly those honeyed whispers turn vile
so vile that though the meaning is clear
The perception has been greatly altered
Yet something from within still battles fiercely
But the defences built up are crumbling
Crumbling so fast that lines become blurred
therefore lines that would never have been crossed
Will no longer act as a barrier anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem