I lived through a haze,
Of a frozen spell.
I leave my body behind…
I watch myself as I fade away,
Recalling my forgetful days
Spoke few words
As left this place,
Ashamed in life…
And for my graceless ways.
I was an enemy inside my mind…
I saw myself,
I was 3rd eye blind…
I was just a victim of a suicide…
Just a victim nothing less…
Nothing more will become of me,
Nothing less towards the victim.
Just a body…
My waste less vessel, a damaged mind,
Worthless soul…
I wonder why,
I still look at myself,
Instead to ascend to the other world…
Why do I see and shape the innocence,
Why do I feel anger to resentment to sadness to fear.
Isn’t this where I wanted to be…
Isn’t this what you wanted from me? ?
I gave into the attacker,
I was the willing victim…
Why do I feel more distant then I’ll ever know?
Why didn’t even try to fix myself…
Life keeps turning without me,
Where my parade? ?
Where is my parade? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some people have simple parades in life