A myth created by legends
secrets die with their goodbyes
pain can only be killed with more
ill screw nails to my eyes
torniquetes to my ears, knives to my chest.
Bound to die not by my hands.
Cant find salvation where you want it,
but where you need it.
Sink into me, humans are considered pshysicly
heroes by actions
people by appearance
legend by tongues
ill never fade.
Stand for my beliefs.
Thats how ive been made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem