Mind of twister
Blood thirst of madness
Smile of pain and suffering
Laugh for death
Pump for violence
Blood I see blood
Nothing but blood
Pure red blood
Rip the heart out
Eat the heart tills nothing left of pure blood
I draw my mask with blood
When I look at it I see a person with infinite madness
But when I wear it.....I see myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow i really like this... you should really post more poems! ! !