I stand on thee empty corridors
Looking around, black shadows seem to hinder my forte
Will you ever be the shining light amongst it?
I see you, but the voices coming from my throat
Would not reach you, why is that?
I cared about you, cared about you
What in return did thee give?
Insanity, anger and jealousy?
I do not deserve this…I do not deserve this…
I go from caring you to not caring you
Beneath the glaze eyes is pity and melancholy is left
You are science and I am art
You are axe and I am fist
You are time and I am space
You are the hunter and I am the hunted animal
Answer thee, what is it now?
What lies behind this irreplaceable amount of layers of crude steel?
What happens now?
Answer me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem