the crashing waves,
&& beautiful sunset,
is really a mask for the cold dark world.
there's nothing beautiful,
only ugly && scary.
Trying to escape,
but can't find a way out.
Cold.
Dark.
Ugly.
Scary.
Who wants to stay there?
Fighting the dark is tiring.
Enough to not want to fight.
Enought to take the easy way out.
The cold is freezing me.
The dark is defeating me.
the ugly is haunting me.
The scary is torturing me.
Where's the beauty in the world?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem