spit that piece of hectic peace and silence,
that i have hoped for, no more..
this spiral of everyday's fire is
my daily dose of insanity...
it takes my freedom from paranoia,
feeds my imagination to its darker gluttony...
this freaks me out, puts
everyday thinking to bloodshed!
it drags me down,
till my conscience eats me!
this turns death into paradise,
and life into a unhappy void! ! !
its a quest that no one can survive,
collide your sword w/ it,
and you'll see your eyes in regret! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She...is a woman after your Own heart, springs to poetic mind. Grating poem on how deeply we are affected by our emotions. Cute name Smiling at you Tai