I am insubstantial
Unlike the blade that is my pain
The sky is pouring down blood
All of this, a game
So you pull me towards you
I pull you in my arms
You tell me you love me
So what’s going on
Oh I know you’ll use me
Till I’m worthless to you
At least then you’ll leave me
No pain when were through
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem