In my hate
I suffocate
Choking on words
That seal my fate
Loosen your hold
Pale centerfold
Beauty reflected
By blood run cold
This, my thought
Could not be fought
The darkened past
Leaves me distraught
And so what if you hate me inside?
You still call yourself a friend.
The patients i had for you has died.
Consider this the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem