Throat ripped out
Breaking down
Your conscience has a hold of you
Beating you up because you messed up
It doesn't care what you've been through
You made a mistake
And now you have to pay
This is the real world
This is its way
You lay down to sleep
Haunted by dreams
Reach out to that beloved face
Then the face is gone
A horror in its place
You can't make it
You lost it
Try and save it
Maybe you can't have him
But you will still try
No matter how many tears you cry
It will never be enough
No effort will ever seem wasted
Because he is to precious
And you love him, regardless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love..people do the strangest things for it, I hope your doing what you think is right.