May the blood in my veins run cold
To prove to you the one I love
Just how cold I've grown
May my breathing cease
And my heart turn to stone
So that I might not feel the sting of your lies
Let my blood spill so you might see...
How your deciet has blackened it
Let not words pour from these lips
So that you may never know my true feelings
Let me stay forever frozen
In my perpetual heartbreak
Let me move not, breathe not...
Speak not one word
Against you the one I hold so dear
So that you might live in your eternal selfish bliss
Let me live not but as a statue
Monumenting a love darkened by lies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is indeed a strong metaphor - sculptors would truly understand! Rgds, Ivan