Wearing nothing but our shame we have no fears
The smallest bit of light burns though we embrace the pain
Comfortable in our own denial for it’s the only place we have ever known
You will trip and continue to hide it
Needing to feel alive again we ditch all reasons
Nothing could ever take us from what you create
More closed book stories for blind eyes reading
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem