Sacred to be next to the emotion, displayed in scarlet silence.
Scarred by the fear, deep inside what hurts.
Too weak to beat with the heart.
Be blind, the bat will turn its back.
Gun your head with metal.
Lead the bullets to the brain.
Will death really relieve your pain.
Portrait your mind over and above the ceiling.
Weak in the knees.
Wounds that scars needs the stitching.
Compared to the afraid.
Are you scared of the dead.
The witches switch, you blame to receive an eternity of fame.
Wig your suite and tie a noose around your neck.
Step into my world.
I am inverted by my nines of crime.
Be afraid, be very afraid.
You are however, the only bait.
Scared can never be afraid.
Scarred by my wounds.
Scarred by my underlying scars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, shows real emotion.