with blood drops on roses
from the nightmarish sky
with girls in black dresses
holding long pointy knives
standing in the middle
im appaled and aghast
my nightmarish dreams
are turning into my past
you step from the shadows
grinning maliciousley
my heart in my throat
i cannot run to leave
you step closer
laughing hystarically
i look down machete in hand
so i walk forward and chop off your head
i watch you wither till your dead
i look at your body and realize im crying
my tears are of saddness and joy
so i say to your body
my voice but a whisper
you will not hurt me again
my conflict resolved
i am free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! ! ! that wuz awsome