I seek a killer to execute my oblivion,
for this breath I bear is a forbidden burden.
Long ago, the pulse within my chest grew still,
and in this hollow void, my soul was swallowed whole.
Life punishes me with its merciless light,
forcing upon my shoulders a cross as black as night.
I am weary, withered, voiceless and undone,
drowned in the sorrow of days that never outrun.
This feeling, this anguish, this endless despair,
has devoured every trace of love that once lived there.
I seek a killer to seal my fate at last,
to bring death's final embrace and end the past.
Others whisper with hollow conviction:
'Life is beautiful, do not seek the end.'
Yet they have never wandered through my shadowed garden.
They do not feel the frost that dwells within my veins,
nor taste the bitter remnants of my pains.
I seek a killer, executioner of grief,
to sever the threads that bind me to this earth beneath.
Does destiny deny me peace forevermore?
Is it too much to ask to close this masquerade's door?
I no longer deserve the light nor forgiveness above,
only the silence that remains where once dwelled love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem