I cut myself to see how much it would bleed
to my suprise you cut yourself to bleed with me
the sound of the blood hitting the floor
reminds of rain on a rainy day
the photograph of a perfect world
have been thrown against the wall
yes its true
the world bleeds like you and me
an innocent victim of the human brutality
lets just turn our heads around like we always do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i never thought about the worls in that way man...tThat really hit my hard