You are my abyss,
my shadow,
my darkness.
You are the master of my thoughts,
turn on and flow inside me.
Consume me,
absorb me,
possess me.
For I have been just as so,
a void,
a bag of flesh and bones.
One which is in need to be filled with your ideals and your ever-presence.
Withering in thine arms, it's just living anew...
Living on ties of poisonous prisons, is just waking from my slumber.
These I say because I cannot deprive myself of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem