Blood is flowing down my cheek; as my head was split open again.
You're hitting me over and over
Until I am dead in your mind for the last time.
My heart stopped beating when you left me bleeding
You walk away from my cold body as if I was just another one of your older kills.
My eyes are beginning to fill with blood as I rise from my grave.
My bleeding but empty heart is in a raging fire that wishes to curse your life to save mine.
As your body dies, mine survives for the second time, leaving me stronger than before.
For the past few years, your bleeding heart that I stole from you will never stop beating.
Until I drink its last dropp of your sweet blood from it's pumping rhythm that was once part of your bleeding soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem