More like a stone is my heart now,
everytime I perform and leave with a bow.
The stage is set, the show is on
I fear the fear still unborn...
I have a scarred heart and the marks still remain,
etched on my soul but I don't feel the pain.
I am drowning within myself
slowly dying, ....... I don't need your help.
Bloodless veins, still belonging to the world of mortal.
Waiting for eternal darkness, standing in front of the portal...
It won't be the end,
It'll be a new begining,
with new performers to perform...
As the Stage is set again and the show must go on..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wanna know u.... Good poem... You sound like someone who can turn hurt around... Colin J...