Black rain
Black eyes
Black heart
Black cries
Raindrops
Fall upon
This shallow world
These shallow dreams
Mean nothing to me
Nothing to you
I kneel besides my bed at night
And ask if he could hear me
No reply
Its all a lie
He’s not real
Nor fake
And un-existed myth
Just like everything else
All these lies
Is the purpose for all my cries
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They are lies if you believe them and truths if you expose them.