still shots, braindead
rainbows in my head
words Years from here
are bulletshots to my ears
another Jealous night
the Repression of feelings
act as a killer of the Appatite
starts to pour out of my skin
watch me turn red
and turn blue
than turn green
and yellow all over
watch all colors
overflow in war
'why do you look so pale? '
cause lately everything seems so dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lots of colors with a few sparklers