The tears of blood,
Stain my cheeks,
Making me feel,
Warm inside,
My white shirt,
Is blood red,
But starts to go black,
I see your face,
Everywhere I go,
The blood from,
Your skin, is on mine,
I run….
I run away from,
Everything and everyone,
I run as far as I can,
The rain falls to blend,
In with the tears of shame,
I felt arms warped,
Around me tight,
I look up to,
Find the face of angel staring at me,
That’s when I realise I myself is dead….
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I would like to translate this poem
sweet! i love the ending. its so suspensful and leaves you hanging. great job!