The pain is hidden by the mask seal,
that hides the pain that's all so real.
The tortures pain as the soul slowly dies,
it slowly fading behind dark brown eyes.
The blade that gleams is the ticket to release,
from the pain that seems to increase.
Darkness descends and images of past play.
Vision gets blurry and slowly life fades away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem