I'm the cries
The cries of all the weak
I'm the lies
The lies that feed you (for) years
I'm the dreams
The dreams that fade as time pass
I'm the drug
The drug that fondles your grief
I'm the hope
The hope that never lived
I'm the storm
The storm you fear to deal with
In your minds
The death of sanity
In your lifes
The misery always reigns
In your eyes
The total absence of light
Death is my
My reason to exist
Time is my
My worst of (all) enemies
Life is my
My doom for (the) years to come
The cries of all the weak
The lies that feed you (for) years
The dreams that fade as time pass
The drug that fondles your grief
The hope that never lived
The storm you fear to deal with
The death of sanity
The misery which reigns
The total absence of light
"We are like certain senses scattered wide
That have no hope of ever reuniting
All nature in our nerves falls in confusion
We ache in both our body and recollection
All things reject us, and all poetry
Fills us with envy as our last asylum"
(Poetry by Kostas Kariotakis
translation by Kimon Friar)
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