Here in this Bloody Sanctuary,
The winding stairs and halls,
Dwelling in it's boundary,
Floating past it's walls,
Here is where I'm at peace,
Even with the ghosts,
They help my creativity release,
And they are such enchanting hosts,
I scribble strange poems,
On the walls and floor,
I have these hallucinations,
Of people screaming for more,
It has made me feel alive,
The Bloody Sanctuary,
This is where I thrive,
And will until I'm buried.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem