I look in the mirror
I can see a tear
its what I feel
reach up its not real
but it can't be fake
for my soul's sake
give me something true
for me to give to you
It might be all I have left
I might be gone tomorrow
I won't have to feel bereft
no more pain or sorrow
I want to sleep
my mind to keep
the lies are all here
buried among the fear
In the bliss of every night
I escape from darkened fright
if my stories came to life
my friend would be the knife
I am already dead
I give you now my head
be nice treat it with care
it's not all really there
something's calling
this is the end
I guess I'm falling
goodbye my friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful