pick a knife,
draw your sword,
any sharp object will do.
pick, randomly.
idc.(i dont care)
bare chest, i await.
for a cold sharp,
knife to press and
be thrusted into my skin.
strap me down,
close my eyes tight.
i dont see it..
but i feel it.
the day, you said its over.
a nice way to say what i could never. a pain very few can heal. i'm there. good job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.......im speechless i hav gone thru pain like that too