Why say i love you when it's untrue?
When we say it i still feel blue.
The ability to love has evaded me.
For so many reasons only some i see.
Here i am an empty shell.
Living in my private hell.
I used to feel so long ago.
Why i stopped we both should know.
Before i stepped into this hell.
Things were good, life sure was swell.
Now it's got me and won't let go.
When i'll stop i do not know.
My mistress somehow stole my soul.
Now i feel as dark as coal.
There was a time when i was so caring.
Now in this time i live so daring.
Pushing the limits every day.
Knowing eventually i'll have to pay.
I know i'm in a desert land.
Refusing to take your helping hand.
But yet i still live this life.
Even though it's filled with strife.
We both know i can't come back.
This life i live makes my soul so black.
This mistress just won't let go.
Only the reasons it will know.
So here i sit in my private hell.
Living as an empty shell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem