Till death.
I will not part.
Pre-post of a mortem.
Again, nine never sides by ten.
Inverted by my broken heart.
Inserted by the needle.
Poisoned veins.
Venomous brain.
I am slain.
I will obey.
To the man in the mirror.
The one person I know.
The one filled by terror.
I scream.
I see.
I feel.
Not.
I feel.
Nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very poignant! I think I've been there