What are we really?
illusions of an unknown world, so similar
yet.....
so strangely different
How can it be that you go through this world blind to everything?
You threw me into the pits of Hell so that i may learn the truth.
You killed my Will.
So much so that my mind is disconnected from my body, from this world.
Feeling as though even when I awake i am still dreaming.
My grasp on reality is gone, and i slowly find the walls closing in on me.
Whispers carry through on the night winds
your treacherous blasphemy
how dare you?
When these gray eyes of mine once had light in them, I was foolish, inexperienced, you took me and
yet....
even now all I see is that smile light your face when you see me, as if nothing had ever happened
...... all you will ever see is the hollowed husk you created
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem