take my darkest feelings
murder my sweet naive blood
a sacrifice to a worlds healing
till this so called love or life is done
oh this blood, spilled
now holds all your shame
tainted, your sin has filled
my vacant veins with pain
and remorse
for my innocence
of course
i remeber as the dagger
dragged so slowing down
my every pulse, and breathing stagger
till in this own dead blood i drown
over whelmed, over comed
i'd give anything to take you
and all the things i would have done
every infliction, i would lovinly do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pretty intense stuff, Kathryn... keep writing, you have a talent! Brian