Crying through her notes.
Breaking all his bones.
I thought you swore to feel.
That short caption thats real.
And pain her sight provides.
And theres death between those lines.
Ready to walk forward into her insides.
Forsaken the road has become.
And pride has come to be a shallow end.
Fire along with perdition forever be your only friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem