There's blood in the bath tub
From a needless mistake
There's blood on my hands
From the chances I take
I cut myself again today
To remind myself of you
All the mistakes I've made
Especially the one of loving you
There's blood on the floor
As I make my escape
I'll leave the damage you've caused
On my body that's been raped
The only heaven I'll ever find
Is six feet beneath my feet
And down there all alone
Will be the only love I'll ever need
WRITTEN BY BEAU BENNETT 10/21/00
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deadly love at twenty. you've been thinking aplenty! Beau, you've still long way to go, 'fore you go under! You've a lot to do too.... Cheers. Subroto