This fatal pain
can not be maintained
within any soul
or any goul
So this fatal september
is one to remember
it is the month to send
my soul to a end
It fills me deathly joy
to know i will destroy
this pain and strain
and leaves blood stains
Painting the wall red
and with words unsaid
I am now rolling on the ground
so happy i have found
A escape from this strain
and eternal pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem. I like it. You can read mine if you want. Let me know what you think.