Those fine sad eyes
That tear me apart
Once burned with life.
Do you see me still
reflected there? 
Have I remained inside
or have your exorcised
my presence as you would
any other fools? 
Do you still care? 
Who am I to question? 
Those blind mad lies
that killed your heart
came from my lips.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    