God help me see tomorrow,
find a truth in this lie,
give me a new creation,
or at least let me die.
Let me have peace in the grave
or give me toxic skies.
Help me find a new surrender
in the reflection of my eyes.
God knows this world's the enemy.
I see a beast and turn away
when I gaze into the mirror.
I don't want to be this way.
Is this the life to suffer for?
I know that I'm the enemy.
I wish it weren't this way,
but I know that I'm my enemy.
written 2.1o.o4
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is probably my favorite one!