Betrayal is a key to madness
Denial is to flee from sadness
The direction to freedom is uncertain
and with any close guess, he will close the curtain
Dirty stares with your sterile expressions
Judging with the likes of gentle intentions
With any luck you succeed
the curtain will rise
and you will realize-
...you're lost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem