These same bloody dreams
Every single night
Turning everything red
That was once white
Why do I keep dreaming this?
What does it mean?
Why is it so hard to forget
The things I keep seeing?
There's always something on the floor
But I can't see
There's just so much red
Oh God, don't let it be me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem