I am alive but not living.
I am dead but still breathing.
I am empty on the inside.
Why can't I rest?
Why can't i just sleep myself to death?
The world is cold.
All the sparks have withered.
I am surrounded by statues.
I listen as they speak to me.
But I can not hear.
It's just as I feared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem