The lack of love is what threw me off.
Now it's just fuel to my insanity.
Life, Death, Heaven, Hell.
There just words.
No difference, but yet no equality.
You can sit here and wonder.. puzzeled. Lost within thought.
Why on the other hand.. I.. I stopped.
I know.. know that we all are just insane.
I see the world differentially.
There is no purpose. For anything or anyone.
We are just temporary game pieces, for lifes little game.
Lost and left to rot. My eyes are now open.
Im no longer afraid...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem