This cut, it bleeds
This attempt is great
Death is grim
And this is fate
This moment for me
It keeps me warm
It keeps me company
Closer to harm
This challenge I accept
And I want more
It helps me forget
What I’m feeling before
This darkness I hide into
The light I’m afraid of
This cut that builds me
And makes me less soft
The red, the black
The morbid and brutal
The silence is weaker
So kill all mutual
This cut, it’s worsening
It’s bleeding much more
It helps me forget
What I’m feeling before….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem