your lips so soft a whisper
my hate so harsh it blisters
your faith so true it glistens
my fate so obvious it hastens
your life so pure your almost gold
my heart so broken it's almost dead
your breathe so sweet it sings
my blood so tainted it hurts
your love so whole it ripens
my thoughts so cold you stiffen
your eyes so light they could be a dream
my mind so dark not even the suns kiss can be awoken
your touch so loving it sears
my fears so real it kills
the difference of we so great we're almost defeated
you fly in your heaven of gold and sun
i crawl in my hell of scorching brimstone floors
you hold your mighty sword
i grasp my burning bow
you hope not for it's use
i dwell on the hope to put you down
you cry in hopes for me to run
i scream in hope that you will come
you lose for a second
i know who had won from the start
you leave the battle tired and sore
while i rest forever on the ash colored floors
you brim with tears and a hate not unknown
as i smile into my last dieing breathe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem