My words become ignored til they burn & turn to ash.
My words are blind to those who don't the meaning behind them.
Why are words just words til a action follows?
I become Suicide's Sadness & string along sorrow as those who see my words as nothing but hollow.
I feel something dark begin to follow.
Every dark thought begins to bleed a pen.
A thought so consuming everyone who looks at me,
Sees right through me.
A pacing fire is lit.
As the thought grows it's becomes grounded & needs a pit.
The louder I scream the hotter it burns.
Soon I become envious of it's growth & walk straight into the blue burning fire.
For dust to dust we begin,
To ashes to ashes we end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem