I sit here in the darkness, contemplate, think about it
Yes finally i will end it,
I take the blade, feel the power of the cold hard steel
Press it against my pale skin, tear it away, horror
With ice i wont feel it, The blade rests again on my skin
So heartless it shines, one slice and it's over
The blood dark and burning like fire trickles down my arm
Faint now i sleep, never to awake to this ugly world again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so glad you didn't, Nikki.