Entangled in Dusk

Clouds roll in and the light cannot be seen

Caught in the fog, trapped in spider-webs

Everything you desire will be out of your reach

Impossible to escape from the snare

Losing yourself in the darkness

Souls you adored will turn into ghosts

Blinded by deceit and mirrors

Your dreams are lost in a labyrinth

Searching for truth deep within your spirit

What else can I do?

My passion cannot stop the storm from destroying your beauty

The blood from my heart cannot save you.

Sorrows of a Ghost (Douleurs d'un Fantôme)

The other night I was talking to my friend about when I used to speak French. I really did used to speak it! I lived in Europe a long time ago. Anyway, I thought it would be fun to translate one of my poems into French. It's just a little poem I wrote last night. I think it's a beautiful language and I miss hearing it.

My destiny will be ghosts occupying my heart, taking fever from my soul

Abstract affection is what possesses me

Hurting, still bleeding

Fading into the midst of my imagination

My beautiful love for you, diminishing

I am always here, why can't you see me?

Pleading with the roses to take painful retrospection from my mind

Honesty cutting my heart into pieces, falling on the ground, turning into ashes.

Closing my eyes, I am invisible to you

Asking me for a dance, holding your hand

You let me go before I could embrace you

Mon destin sera fantômes occupent mon cœur, en prenant la fièvre de mon âme

Résumé affection est ce qui me possède

Mal, saignement encore

Fading au milieu de mon imagination
Mon bel amour pour vous, la diminution du
Je suis toujours ici, pourquoi ne pas me voir?
Plaidant avec les roses, à prendre la rétrospection douloureuse de mon esprit
Honnêteté coupe mon cœur en morceaux, en tombant sur le sol, se transformant en cendres.
En fermant les yeux, je suis invisible pour vous
me demander une danse, la tenue de votre main
Vous me laisser partir avant que je puisse vous embrasse