The blood of my body
drips out of my
hanging body
with a bullet through it
pouring out like a river
the never endding flow
is drowning
my huanted Memories
of my past
the memory of love dieing
the time...
i spoke to the reaper
the... time
i sold my soul to the devil to kill me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great imaginery with horror flicks....