Underneath my immortal smile
frowns a wicked beast
The urge to cry my eyes
sets my heart to feast
No matter the doubt I
feel deprives of within
Never strives the priority
to convey its ugly kin
I live in horror of the day
my heart will truelly hurt
Since loss is a virgin concept
i've managed to divert
Fear guides my crippled soul
out of libert's shallow murk
And into the shadow
where worse than that lurk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem