Deep within the core of my mind,
Filtering thoughts swamp inside.
Busy crossed wires and sparks so bright,
Never last a moment after the night.
Once a place of piece of mind,
Now an overun factory old and tired of running behind.
If only i could of rewound, but nevermind.
Whats in store at the end of my path,
Maybe a rainbow, what a ******* laugh.
Can i really see through my eyes,
Or am i just useless as well as blind.
Given a chance id change my life,
Too little, too late,
Just give me a knife.
With no heart as whole as once was,
Why carry on for love is just because..
Cut me in two and see my pain,
For i shall not live like that ever again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem