Another night sleepless,
another day gone.
My thoughts become enlarged,
ideas to memories,
why do I breathe?
I can hear my heart beating.
The noise is keeping me awake,
I stop breathing.
Images rush to my mind.
Things I've seen,
things I could imagine.
How many more lies must I hear before I open my eyes?
How many more tears will I shed before I take rest?
How long will I cling to my heart?
Who knows.
There isn't a thing I can escape anymore.
With smoke filling my lungs,
or Jack in my stomach,
there's no denying what we have done.
There's no denying that I enjoyed it.
My voice raised as i reach the peek of enlightenment,
it doesn't seem like much at the time,
but it's everything.
If only I could once again open my eyes,
and see the pain in my chest.
The pain you put there.
I want to see the hateful essence run through me,
I want to see the truth.
If I were to ask, why you love me,
what answer would you give dear?
I couldn't possibley understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem