In an haunting daze
Lost in a maze
Of glass
See many reflections
But no perfection
A mask
Lost in a sea of pity
In a worthless city
Of sh*t
A man without a face
A void I can’t replace
With beer
No one’s home
Outside I roam
A tear
Churned out like butter
I look in the gutter
And spit
I slip and slide
To try to find
My slice
Cannot be taught
Its rather bought
At a price
Happiness is bought and sold
Oh my this world is getting old
So f*ck it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem