eternity is dark beauty
a beautiful shade of blue
his hairs a mess
he is undressed
laying on this table
looking peaceful
they cut him open and
looked inside
chart says he was drunk
obvious to me
am i the only one
who can see
his cheeks are stained from tears
he never cried
always held it inside
unless he was drinking
the alcohol tore down
the walls in his mind
and he would begin to ball
this time he cut to deep
they found him out back
a note in his hand
that read
a simple fact
this he wrote to me
Eternity Is Dark Beauty....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem