I didn't chase, I didn't scream,
I just stepped out of your dream.
And now I watch from far away
how everything you do decays.
You lose them like you lost me,
same exact consistency.
Different face, same damn end—
you break everything you pretend.
I don't need to touch the flame,
you already burned your own name.
And karma doesn't ask my hand—
it knows exactly where you stand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem