My dreams grows dark,
My blood runs cold,
I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
A broken promise staring back at me...
The moonlight sheds a light upon my path,
A silver beacon that interrupts my thoughts,
Illuminating the darkness within me.
A light that flows my blood....
Gaining back it's warmth.
Every dropp of rain washes away a broken promise,
Washes away each memory in vain....
As my broken promises are consumed by it.
The stronger the moon's glow,
The blood runs no longer cold....
My dream is darkness fading...
I have found my love....
I am no longer a broken promise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem