In a world lost in translation of the unsaid,
the spoken truths are hidden
in the smoke filled chambers of this ghostly existence.
The self deprived worthiness of untamed greed
with the crawling reticence inside the hollow self,
dethrones the love of persistence.
As consciousness fails to create a conscience,
chasing a soulless shadow of uncut memories
bound with the strands of adulterated past.
Hope makes the skin go numb, gently,
inside the abyss of the desires and deeds.
Forever Love - but how long eternity will last.
I tasted the blood inside the pain,
purifying the intentions behind the hurt.
The end seemed more of an awakening emotion.
The me in you is the me I am, undead, still.
Share a heartbeat with the tremors inside me
embracing the core of the unspoken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem