They have aroma that sends me screaming
In a hallucination that bleeds everything out
It is their plan and their only damn motive
Killing my hopes and bringing me nothing but doubt
I lose part of my mind
and gain a sample of hell
instead
Now I look at my reflection
Pale faced and yellow teeth from the smoke
Red eyes exposing my evil
Cold hands to express what I have done with my heart
Dead soul to know I am not.... not.... truly alive
What will become of me now?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem