Smothered in smoke
I fear I dwelled
A banded by conscious
A single tear
Tainted by blood
Fluid not my own
Pink little gifts
Progression to the unknown
A place all of my own
Wolves of hell
As seen by thee
You saw what they did to me
In awe you stared
Flesh to blood
Soul to be damned
A sin for life
A gun in my hand
You turned from me
Won’t dare to see
In revenge for your contraction
I look away from you
It can’t be true
My secret untold
I cannot set you free
Tears streak my face
I hold my breath as the bullet flies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful composition. Nice.