Misrable thoughts in his head
Inspired by inner conflicts
He is tucking himself in.....
As if that's the way
He's always been....
''Im tired'', he says....
Batteling conflicts....
That result in changes...
That battle with reason...
Oh.....
The truth in his eyes....
Is hard to figure out....
The change from day to night....
Is harder to beat down....
''The day is gone''
''This soul is one''
Changing is hard...
Nothing's ever medium...
Cripped walls in every corner
This skin suffers from disorder
Oh, nighttime to me is never over
A soul within bounds and borders...
Oh....
The truth in his eyes
Is covered and hidden...
The change from day to night...
Is not of selfish bidding.....
Oh, the truth in his eyes....
Is a weakened stare.....
The change from day to night...
Was never a selfish flair...
It's the truth in his eyes....
The truth in his eyes.....
Oh.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem