How many nights my hand held on throat,
while time stays lost so innocent in sleep.
Found inner pact through key holed window,
demons eye in fear on passions mind it plays.
Deep darker meaning helps the doctors keeper,
of that secret world of flames at bay no padded
jackets hospital ordered medication renders sane,
this world inside there mind they keep from me.
The burning eye that red hot haze dim street lights,
stark highways rubber burns my souls tired maze.
Cherry wood that oils hand the seated mirrors mask,
I made to wander through some body some one made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem