Black tears, blue tears
Red tears, who's tears?
flowing out to form
morbid words.
I cry,
like the vampires holding me.
She has not smiled in days,
weeks, years, months, decades
Eternities
Me?
I am simply a tool
for things unknown
to me.
A PEN.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem