The blade goes through my ribs like it is its own seath it is a shining silver right now.
I am in pain but I can bear it.
I take out the blade it now is a shining red
I finailly I take it out all the blood is slowly running
down my body. Then I know it is over the light is fading and I slowly drift into oblivian never to come back!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem