Who wants to live forever?
To inhale the dying breath from
The ones you love…
To watch the world decay
from age and torment.
My curse is immortality…
Never will I sleep,
Further than the stars.
Never will my hatred be
punished through ruins.
I may not die,
But I feel dead inside…
Trying to find nous
to understand pain,
The regression from living
Has ripened my heart black,
Immune by sickness.
Resistant to love….
Sometimes I engrave myself
to feel the euphoria in suffering,
Although I bleed…
My blood is dust.
Before the awareness
Sets in it’s blown away.
History fades…
It is never the same…
I am dying inside…
You can see it in my eyes.
A man is not a God,
I am curse….
A crumbling curse.
From an immortal providence.
As I watch this world depart.
~Empath~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem