I played in their mind games;
Until it became my job!
I was one bloodless mistake
away from a second chance.
High tide...take me away;
From their broken hands
of their misguidance...
for I would rather drown,
in my whirlpool of blood,
than live in their lies!
I followed their fad diet;
Till the fad slowly died!
I was one bloodless mistake
away from a second chance.
High tide...take me away;
From their broken hands
of their misguidance...
for I would rather drown,
in my whirlpool of blood,
than live in their lies!
I believed what they wrote;
Until I learned how to read!
I was one bloodless mistake
away from a second chance.
I was one bloodless mistake
away from a second chance.
But I handed them the sword
when I handed them my trust;
And they didn't trust me...
Instead, they murdered me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem