They say that time heals every wound.
Even these wounds that you inflicted on me.
Well my time is running out
and these wounds are leaving me blind and weak.
Nobody knows what you've done.
Except for me of course, I know what you did.
Your guilt will become too much to bear.
I know it'll do you in.
Time had it's chance,
and it failed to put out.
Now as I take this in my hands
I prepare to end this bout.
how about i'll take you with me to the grave like you want me too?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i was being sarcastic..by the way...