In this place,
I no longer think,
Beacuse of you,
Who pushed me off the brink,
I drag the knife,
Across my skin,
Our cries blood,
From the barrier so thin,
This is what,
You drove me to,
This is what,
You made me do,
Vivid Expression. They say the life of a creature is in the blood! Bllod cries out! Innocent blood that is. Rather Have life and life abundant! Well penned. Love: D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A grim poem, but touching and deep at the same time. Very good use of words Cieran. :) xx