the knife plunges in
no remorse
digging a hold that cannot be filled
what's worse?
not being heard
death clucthes at the heart
no beat
stopping the flow of life
losing Heat?
yes
this fiery love in me
extingushed
nothing but ice left
what else?
nothing, i am dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem