A bitter coldness, 
flows through my veins.
But a fire burns, 
deep into my soul.
An emptiness, 
fills my body.
A shell covers, 
whats really underneath.
Inside there is nothing, 
I am a black hole.
In me this is no beginning, 
In me there is no end.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    