the dreams i see
the bloody screams
the dark halls
the voice that calls
the withered souls of my demented mind
that haunt my head
and want me dead
they scream my name
in tourtered shame
i cry in pain
ive nothing to gain
ive lost all hope
now i slice to cope
so understand
and grab my hand
just speak your mind
dont leave me behind
or leave me to be
as you see
with bloody arms
and broken charms
please i ask love me
who knows what might be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem