I am inanimate.
My face is diamond, beautiful but cold.
My smile is hidden behind cement lips.
I have eyes of steel
Planted into my quartz body.
Icy cold glass is stuck into my ribcage
where my ruby heart use to lie.
Lava flows throughout my veins.
I am inanimate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem