A whispering phantom stealing breathless words,
He never cries out to his dearest love.
Haunting silently with the cold blackness left by the void,
Forgotten by the cursed heaven’s angels above.
Never forgiven, always the earth shall he roam,
With cyanide tears, voiceless and alone.
Soulless eyes weep poisoned sobs
Return to the tomb, epitaph inscribed
“Here lies ____ he died”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem