This is me, the echo of your smile,
The lost trace of your hope,
The trembling light of joy.
This is you, black-bitter, angry eyes,
Closed lips, sick heart, unwell,
Sarcastic in your style.
This is me, under the wall you’ve broken,
Under the bricks you threw at,
Crushed under heavy stones.
This is you, living a life of sorrow
Inside a coffin cold,
Inside a world of darkness.
Who am I? Can’t r...