No Light.
Not Even A Sliver.
A Cold Castle.
Here I Lay Unconscious.
No Sound.
Not Even Of The Ravens Wings, Flapping Through The Tree Outside.
A Stream Of Water Comes Flooding In.
Here I Lay Unconscious, And Slowly Drowning.
No Tears.
Not Even When I Know, I Will Soon Be Dead.
A Cold Wet Castle.
Here I Lay Unconsciously Drowning, And Ready To Die.
No Fear.
Not Even When I Know, I Will Be Dead Very Soon.
For I Have Accepted My Fate.
A Cold Flooded Castle.
Here I Float Unconsciously, At The Brink Of Death.
I Am Happy.
I Am Free.
A Freezing Water-Filled Castle.
Here I Float.
Dead.
Lost In Paradise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem