Oh passion relinquish me!
For what knife can be sharper than the blade that cuts deep into me
Striking multiple times with no sign of mercy
The hand holding it is only imaginary
Only when I do discovery my own self sabotaging
Do I unwillingly accept and let go
Bleeding scarlet heart
Bruised
Beaten
Unable to piece together again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem