I've replaced all of my words with my drawings
Since all of those short severed scrawlings
Of seemingly senselessness
And even deeper depress
can't seem to express
myself-anymore.
Something about the geometry
I favor over the reality
of sentences and sobriety.
Only the abstract can express
these emotions i possess
since it is easy to understand
B/c there is nothing to understand
(And that's how I am)
I've replaced all empathy
for all apathy
and it's so hard to care;
all ambition for ambivalence
(and are you even there?)
I've replaced all of my feeling with thoughts
since a cripled conscience
leads to logical callousness.
But something is to be desired
in this emotional numbness
A vacancy
which bothers not to fill
and perhaps it never will.
Soon i shall replace
breathing with smoking
eating instead of sleeping
and perhaps some excessive drinking
Just to cope...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem