my fingers are
crawling up the walls
while my body
is buried in the abyss.
the sun is warming
my cold heart
while the stars peek out
during twilight.
the angles sing on their
thrones in heaven
while they all roast
in hell.
my heart is thumping loudly
and my blood
is keeping still.
my breath is in long
movements and my
body is choking up
at the slightest touch.
i can't know what's
dream or imagination
and why i'm here
or what i'm doing
dying of suffocation
in the dark ground
while the sun shines
on my forgotten face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem