Die world.
Whom are you dancing for?
Wake up and read between lines.
You are a slave of lies.
Friend of the night
What am I?
Endless blue
when I look inside.
Soul in disrepair.
Numbness is all
what I have became.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melancholy poem. The sadness in the poem rubs on the reader and the loss is mine as well.