Arms raised towards the bodies
floating in the air
For all the platonic reasons
I desire you
For all the physical reasons
And whatever lies beyond that
For I am unsure for what's real anymore
Everything seems lied to everyone
All the 'hype' and 'things' passes me by
like light passes glass
Far from earth,
a void surrounds me
suffocating silent cold and empty confrontation to nothing
This must be the heaven you've been looking for
Clear Cyan sky, with us dancing in the air
like deïties, we are immortal at that moment
but moments only live as far as our memories and words stretch
Just a few years
Smell the sulfur in our morning breathes
You only are repulsed towards it because it's a
taste for most of our future eternaty
It's so repulsive to think about
if our consiousness is real or not
So repulsive
So disgusting, how we crawl into featus position afterwards
Like some of us we're dead all along,
but we keep on going because we believe we are not
Hormones can make everything look so real
And all souls can brake into pieces
For we are not, and never will be or stay,
as one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem