nights darker then you can imagine
i remember this dream that scares me
your hands stoping my breathing
your loves turns to hate, your words are
posion to my ears
the people i love are watching me fear
the people i thought who cared were never really there
didnt stop this night, just kept to themselves
while watching the terror
of my horrible cries
and your awful ways
and by the time you were done
you left because you let it out, all the madness
while i trembled in silence
with nothing but hate
for your horrible ways
wow, i feel you man. girls can and will rip a guys heart out just for fun. nice poem though, keep it up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hatred shows a writers truest feeling and a level like no other. A thing of absolute passion.