Empty shadows on the floor
Cast empty voices at my door
Half the substance they were before
Half the voices are no more
Ask the shadows wheres your vail
Why does your countanence seem so pale
Answering simply without fail
'I need your soul, is it for sale? '
All my days I live my curse
Flesh and bone make it worse
I cannot give you whats is not mine
My sweet and sour valentine
With much anger it did insist
To run cold steel across my wrist
I answered simply with a twist
Death resides upon my lips
He has been there since my birth
All my days I live my curse
I cannot give you what is not mine
My sweet and sour valentine
Empty shadows on the wall
With their voice they do call
Beyond autumn winters fall
Beyond the seers crystal ball
Ask me why I stand and fight
Sorrows weeping in the night
I cannot quit to much to do
I cannot give my life to you
Yet it makes a sound appeal
And offers me another deal
A life of envy, so surreal
Stop. Listen. Hush. Be still
I cannot give you what is not mine
My sweet and sour valentine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem