I'm on my hands and knees
I'm ready to plead
for your heart to die and bleed
that's my disease
The rain it drips and pours
It burns my heart to core
The people, they mourn
as they also want more
The candle is lit
but she can't get the grip
just stop the itchy fit
your heart will be to rip
I cannot move along
Stop looking into me
I've suffered for too long
I want your heart to bleed
Die like you killed my soul
Feel all the hate in me
Fall like a lump of coal
See what you've done to me
My heart is just for me
I wish for yours to bleed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ouch, that's like a punch in the face...well written.