Ammunition you hold within words,
Spinning in the revolver,
Your tongue slits me deep.
Impale me with cuts,
Perhaps you only see the tip of my world.
Remove my scars,
With a broken soul underneath.
Slay the last bit of hope,
Slash my faith,
Leave me with sorrow.
Time will mend the hallow.
Empty I lay with crimson blood that continues to leak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful.. Truly lovely