Reason and logic;
Doomed components
Of a Borderline Life
Borderline Existence.
I'm sorry darlin'
Nowhere in me is there room
For your calm
Your sweetness.
Craving chaos.
A path of undeniable self-destruction
Mass destruction perhaps?
I would only drag you along,
And leave you,
Broken
With only half a bottle of glue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem