What do you see when you look in the mirror?
For I see my black eyes filled with horror.
My Angelic wings have crippled and withered.
My halo is lost yet the smile is remembered.
Then my reflection laughs with a sinister tone
Oh its my bleeding soul who can never atone
He cackles and giggles and asks me a question.
“What will you do? you’ve ran out of options
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem