Different man same story
nothing glorious but ends up the same
everything gory
playing the same game
A man like no other
old but different
i feel the smother
when life is uncertain
tears and sadness that fall from my face
cause the voices to press on and on
until it takes of the soul at its base
which means I've lost and hes won.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem