See the droplets burning red
Leaking from painless cuts
Left behind for the dead
Left behind to give up
The clock strikes three
An image forms
A tuneless beat
One, two, three, four
Eyes look upon
The masterpiece
There's nothing wrong
Except everything
The illusion fades
I see your face
Feel your pain
See the droplets burning red
Leaking from painless cuts
Left behind for the dead
Left behind to give up
This bitter pact
To stay alive
A useless act
For the truth Lies
When nothing's left
The heart's dissolved
For this cruel theft
Breaks my resolve
The past cant be undone
The future isnt set in stone
The present is so unstable
See our droplets burning red
Leaking from our painless cuts
Left behind cause we are dead
Left behind cause we gave up
One word echoes
Across the gorge
Four, Four, Four, FOUR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and still those scars have yet to fade..