On a dark, still night
I was alone in my room,
I took my razor,
And I knew it was doom.
The pain, the love, my broken heart,
All of my body,
Was torn apart.
The blood, the fate,
The time...
It was too late.
I slowly started to cry, and weep...
Not on the outside...
+_+ Ghosty-
*CUT* *CUT*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem poser and by the way check out the poem weird items and another thing why do keep on talking about these people named philip and baylee? ? ?