Sitting here trying not to bleed
Blocking out the screams of murder
What is it that you can’t see
That I maybe dieing here
Without a trace unveil
The reason things end just like that
Drops of red fall in colorless term
Trying not to show any emotions
But I smear your face in the mess
Mirror mirror what do you see now
Something disillusioned non illustrated
A white wall being destroyed
Do you see the white lights
Of red of black pouring
Non existing is what you are
I wonder why now but it is clear
There was never any love
You just wanted to see me die
So as I slip away don’t forget
All the things you ever told me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem