Death Wins In The End Poem by Crimson Love
Death Wins In The End
Who can save me from myself?
My soul has longed for redemtion,
but has been cast back to the shadows, each and every attempt,
I cry for salvation, why are my tears red?
Not only our my wounds screaming for salvation,
Crimson tears now shout the words I'm not able to utter myself,
Lost in times illusion, My knife, my only friend,
I don't need help, Death follows us all, he wins in the end.
Great poem. Death only wins if you let it. Really like this poem. Good write. May i invite You to read my new poem called justice part 2.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 4:31:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
its really beautiful....