Sing asleep unfilled eyes
Shadow my hope and release my moan 
from the heaven that has damned me to this misery
worry it last dropp of blood.. 
And let it breathe its self into me
For I will with hold the broken 
And make new of the Anxiety                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
short and sweet indeed thanks..