The blade digs and the pain spreads
I grit my teeth and bear it
The choice is mine to feel as dead
Though my body still inhabits
Crimson pools of crimson love
form upon the floor
tears of angels from up above
shed red as pain, as sore
Deeper, deeper the lust attacks
My mind careening through clouds of black
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely convenes your meaning... i like it. I guess i also invite you to read one of my poem(s) you may like titled- Tragedy Or Angel Of Darkness