It began 它开始

With a pen 用钢笔

In my hand 在我的手

Stabbed 刺伤

In the center of chaos 在混乱的中心

To write out the light 写出来的光

That lives within me 那住在我

That sought to break 那寻求突破

The darkness 黑暗

Eating me alive... 吃了我的生命......

   

For hours I would sit 几个小时我就坐在

Dreaming, drawing 做梦，绘图

Writing, believing 写作，相信

   

My arm in a sling 我的手臂吊带

One eye swollen shut... 一只眼睛肿得睁不开......

   

Whispering 花落

There would be a way out 会有出路

There must be 必须有

A way out... 出路...

   

Focused 重点

On the paper 在纸上

On the floor 在地板上

That held me 那个抱着我

Heavy as a stone 重如石

In the corner 在角落

Of that tiny room 那个小房间

Floating on a river 漂浮在河

Of Imagination... ......想象

   

Isolated 隔离

On my knees 我的膝盖

Seeded in the soil 播种在土壤中

With girls 与女孩

Younger than I 比我小

Holding their backs 拿着他们的背影

Arching puffed bellies 拱膨化肚子

Stuffed full with their 塞得满满的他们

Infected children... 感染儿童...

   

Celestial incest... 天体乱伦......

Terrestrial insects... 陆生虫...

   

We slept in boxes 我们在箱子里睡

That doubled as coffins 这一倍的棺材

Because 由于

Some were smart enough 有些人不够聪明

To die... 死...

   

But not I 但我不能

Stubborn little cyclops... 倔强的小独眼龙...

   

I í

Was destined 注定

To fight...... 打......