You hit me.
Then tell me you love me.
You play with my mind, make me see red.
Then tell me it is ok, it is all over now.
You try to kill the one I love.
Now I'm done.
For that mistake you will pay.
Pain, blood, misery.
The three things I love.
The three things I will make you feel and see.
Your beautiful eyes will forever be mind.
I think you see what I mean
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another dark and great poem i love dark poetry i write mainly Gothic good job