What, of this mask of a smile
Wry-worn conceals;
An unpleasant darkness.
To hell, appeals.
His true aspect. Hollowed out
Of any good.
What lie on lie, vice on vice
Ate through; as wood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'An unpleasant darkness. To, appeals' - nice!