a single tear runs down my cheek
at the beauty of your voice
your memory is added to my scars
but my screams are useless noise
so they just get stored inside
and i fight for the world
if i win i'm scarred for life
lose and im dead
nothing can go wrong
try to take from a man with nothing left
and only pain to gain
and that man spits in your face
and breaks your arms
for that man doesnt care
nothing to lose means everything to gain
life is bitter memory
so beside you i lay
as slowly you drive me insane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem