Cold and unwilling I feel it's hand choking my soul
I can not truely last, memories of what I loved flash like a camera pictures forever burned on my brain this is where i lay sobbing in the rain calling for my bestfriend jane dying slowly on passion of my lover dreams are caving in i cannot take this pain my hand falls in a bloody stain it's my blood the rain falls on i am no more I've hit the floor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting title you have there. A very nice poem I would try to change the presentation a little to give it a feel for your soul tony