random to the flame
and always associated with my pain
over again ive cast the dice
to kill an old life, twice
each memory etched one me
so they stay more than memory
they remain a part of my heart
and on them, the scars fall apart
opening my mind to memory
screaching in my conscience
asking do you remeber me?
and i hate the pains reliance
freckles more, wrinkles less
any knife to resurrect or kill this lonlieness
i am still just a runaway
lost for a fight on what to say
still i have the scars
hindering me from running very far
calling me back, dragging by my hair
break my body till i cant care
hurts to much to continue on
fingering the blood, knowing im gone
i feel the taste in my hands
its in that second i understand
the temptation is always there for me
always there to bleed
they grip my throat and i know
give me the sin, just let go
i cant breath. let me scream.
so far gone, that its all a dream
watching the world fade out
watching life fade away
i need to find some way out
someway to make me stay
i let life bleed away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If this is non fiction, may God bless you with much better days. I gave your poem a 10.