Behind the shadow cast inside the mirror.
Moves my darkness in circles.
Trapped by the silver frame.
Caged by a prison of flames.
I am unable to escape.
My memories are burning.
My mind is on fire.
I waited.
I was too late.
Shivers cut slivers into the bone.
Breaking my twisted spine.
My skin is inked.
My lips are blistered.
Blood is flowing.
My wrist runs red.
Veins which are poisoned.
My soul smells as if dead.
Overcome by sadness.
Inside my infinity of sorrow.
I still have.
No will to cry.
My eyes do tear.
When I am surrounded by my darkness.
When I am alone.
I fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem