Sickly deceiving, never beleiving.
Disease is what you breathe.
Such shallow emotion when pride is growing.
Your a queen with no king.
Catch the falling remnants...
The peace heart is broken.
Anything for everything.
Wrap up your love in smooth, silk sheets.
Clueless they await the sting.
I've slept inside the darkest tower.
Gazed upon the bleeding moon.
Prayed that hell was just a nightmare.
No love could live inside of you.
Sickly deceiving, never beleiving.
Disease is what you breathe.
Such shallow emotion when pride is growing.
Your a queen with no king.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem