I Drip Blood Onto The Sheets
Because my Wrists Have Sprung A Leak
Shadows, Overtaking my Eyes
My, This is A Lovely Suprise
I laugh In The Midst Of my Tears
I begin to laugh at all my fears
I hope that when I wake, they will be gone
So That I can pretend, like nothing's wrong
My thoughts are all over, Hither an Yon,
My thought's are running, a marathon.
As I fall, Into this sleep,
Death slowly, begins to creep
To take my life, and fill my head,
with thoughts of what it's like, to be dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh wrath, your poems speak to me. Even on the ones you don't try hard on. Once again your cynicism made me smile (not in a creepy way)