In swamp of human passions...

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In the swamp of human passions...               
Amidst weakness, ugliness, and vice...
A frightened child in a terrible dream...
I am scared and immeasurably lonely...

I want to wake up from this dream...
And smile at the morning sun...
But again, again, again, as always...
I wander through the ruins of my mind...

I try to drown out my anxieties...
And dry up the lakes of bitter tears...
A weary wanderer, lost on the road...
Alive only in the secret of bright dreams...            
 
In the cold labyrinth of silence...
I carefully feel my way...
A soldier in a war invisible to anyone...
Why I breathe, alas, I no longer know...

And I will never be the same again...
Silver, laughing rain...
I gave everything to a faded hope...
And I die with each new day...               

Torn wounds on my wrist...
With my fate, a lost war...
In the trenches of plowed happiness...
Particles of his books, buried...

A cry born inside a silent womb...
The inaudible cry of a tormented soul...
With trembling hands, unskillfully...
He cut the threads of his own destiny...

Drowned in the lake of oblivion...
A child with eyes as pure as the heavens...
Walking through a series of human contempt...
He preserved the warmth of his loved ones' hearts...

And now alone, on a cold bed...
His fading flesh lies...
And blood, in the gardens of branches, under dead skin...
No longer runs through his veins to his heart...

Creeping up to his body, the cold of the abyss...
Enveloped all his fingers with its power...
Cold hands, cold wrists...
Like the twilight of night, they were cold...

Covering his own books with his palm...
Closing his eyes, he breathed slowly...
He wrote poems, but no one heard them...
Now, he was dying with them...