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