as i sit alone
in a haze of my own
i ponder of things to myself
of joys and wonders
and fears down under
keept in my poor broken heart
i dream of the good things
but they turn into evil
thoughts that wont leave my mind
i hurl my body and clentch whats around
as it seeps deep inside
my soul is haunted
and mind is sick
but I cant seem to find the cure
so i slowly tremble
as insanity overcomes me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem