So consumed in this, selfless weight of reality
The gravity of consummation, of this self pity
Lingers heavy within me, once again and now
There’s no way I want to move forward, somehow
To anywhere back, to a past when I was complete
In motions of secular thought; nothing to defeat
But myself in a way, I tore this apart yet again
And now left with the agony and endless strain
Should I die this way, so to eventually find peace?
Crimson wine and dreamless sleep, brings release
But all I do is dream of you, to wake to a nightmare
Of being alone again, without your salvations care
I now pray for the darkness, to consume me whole
Thus save within what is left, of my heart and soul
So low I have become to never see, love this way
As its impossible now to vision, toward another day
When happiness ends, what else is there to be left?
That I may wonder onward, in a solitude so bereft
Of a human touch and kinship desires, so now far
You’ve touched my heart and left such a deep scar
Your caress left finger prints, on my morality inside
I still love you deeply so much and this I cannot hide
Discarding the pain of loosing you, to this loneliness
Returning to the demise of my workings; such a mess
I’ve never loved as deeply, as I have never lost so much
You stole from me what was left in me, to trust in such
That I will never love again, so highly and ever so true
A depth of a soul now lost, as so much as I still love you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem