Don't feel sorry for me cause I am a Knight of gloom
I have neither sense of being human,
nor have passion, nor desire.
Just a comet wandering in space,
With no purpose and no place
Will you give me a chance to tell my story,
Which won’t bring me good, neither to you
But I like to imagine of someone,
living inside of me,
who knows my thoughts beforehand,
feels what I feel,
yearns for my talk
I want it to be a voice,
that makes my mind and body to shiver,
with hands as needles, piercing me
I have no cause to fight for but myself
I have no cause to die for but myself
Blame me as you like
Cause you’ll never know, what is like, to be me
I won't ask for approval,
I won't ask for appraisal
I am not desperate for your touch
Yes I am a gay, because I am fond of
Brilliant minds and souls.
So don't blame me, that i can't find a girl,
for they are hollow as tree trunk