when you say diamond
i do not imagine the luxuries of the glittery
world where you live
it is all yours, through and through, and somehow
i have never been there
and i do not wish to dream to live there
for once
for that cannot be in fact, i live in the world
of the tatters and the pebbles so silent and deep
in their cursed slumbers,
when you say diamond i imagine faces
those that i see everyday in you
those that deceive and those that pretend not to hurt
but those that kill us all slowly
to the happy death that you wish to inflict upon us
i never like it, and i never like you
but here we are, under one roof of the world
they shall proclaim the greatness of your value
and i shall keep on keeping the lies about your truths.
for why should i be a hero? mortal am i,
and
i am not yet ready to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem