Feel the hollowness inside the dark,
what if all the truths you thought you knew,
were a decorated lie?
Just creations of the throne.
You can choose to deceive,
yourself.
That's all there ever really was.
If you look through the mirror,
could you ever really see?
The world you thought was true,
it was only ever me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deception destroys relationships yet it is all too common. Nice theme. I Like the qurstions