Scarred by the wounds inflicted.
I smile for the taste to die.
Scared of poison, fearless i inject my veins.
Arms which color true in violet blue.
Addicted by the curse of an addict.
I am the blade from a knife, blunt.
I see the trees.
I feel the noose around my neck.
I care not for a chair, i stand on Gods land.
One rope can hang many a man, do you understand my plan.
Wonder in a restless dream.
My shadow echoes with every scream.
The trick is to survive, only next to my fix.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem