Silver does not smoke a fire.
The flames are to blame for displaying the greyness.
A tie never hangs a rope to a tree.
The chair will not ask you to stand.
When you are noosed to a rope.
Hanging, you will become Snowhite.
Gravity will bind your blood without a color.
What did Why do to you.
For one good reason.
Why you always want to know.
To and where my mind wonders.
To and where I ever go.
I whisper and I scream.
I lip my mouth for a kiss when dream.
Far beyond the moon shines the stars.
Behind my wounds burn viscous scars.
Spellbound by the words inked to my skin.
Witches are cast by the demons I let in.
I surrender to your thoughts.
Please forgive me.
Love I never treasured.
Emotionless to my feelings.
I am unable to surrender my heart.
Sorrow I do not have to measure.
What left my soul was sold.
At the end.
Hate is what I bought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem