Blood dripping down my lip
oh my god i must have flipped
the wolf inside came out
grief.. bottled inside, i have to shout
I have no control i need control
i have no control i need control!
if i kill i again it will be my blood shed
then the beast inside will stay unfed
I, Atreyu will have to die
to leave the werewolf inside behind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see a dark theme with your work. Interesting. I would love to see you write something about love or pleasures. I would bet you could do very well with that area of emotions too. Great work. Sincerely, Mary