Lying here draining;
Life flooding the room.
Heartbeat waning;
I know the end is soon.
Fingers cold and numb;
My mind slowly slipping.
Senses nearly gone,
But still I hear the dripping.
Frozen on the floor;
Give me back my life.
Footsteps running towards me;
Too late to hide the knife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
kewl..it was beautiful..dark, tragic..it was awsome! ~Hazel