So I stood there watching still, unknowingly still
Not knowing what would become of me
The flowers all had withered away
Said they would blossom some other day
And I was left with what I had summoned
In devilish darkness and death-like cold
The light eroded or was stripped away
Even blood turns blackest on the darkest day
So I was alone with the demons I summoned
Their screams were loud like a hundred needles
That pierce your heart till it shreds to pieces
Their faces were the devils own
That when you look at will turn you blind;
Are you my demons? My very own?
And who was I? I could not know
That when you turn back you descend to hell
Look ahead, it's nothing-but darkness and death
So I stood there still, unknowingly
Not knowing what would become of me:
Mere mortal mess, mere mortal sinner
Made of bones and hopelessness
Nothing more than earth and dust:
Frail flowers that hold the morning mist-
Even the greatest beauty is a slave
to cold times cruel touch.
Is beauty immortal? Nor is love
All things change and all does fade
God, I do not like your universe.
And amid all darkness I saw this:
That which makes us live also kills
The best of us, the best of us
The best of us and the rest of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem