Red haze of a smoke-filled room,
black night creeping through the cracked windows.
Where are you?
Sweet ballad in my ears,
passion and sweat and tears.
Where are you?
Laughter once so happy,
now evil, echoing in the darkness.
Where are you?
You were there.
Then you were gone.
I wasn't afraid of the dark
until I sat in it with you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem