an empty tomb with death inside,
darkness looms in all hidden,
emotions stale and heart in pieces,
an amorous taste for destruction
in awe of temptation,
where is the light so many speak of,
where is the sun in all its brilliance,
no hope abounds and all faith is shattered,
love is inconceivable not that it matters,
unto the end i go to the room where
nothing is found and all is scattered
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem