I'm to lost to lose,
My crimson veins now run blue,
Cold to the core, there's nothing there,
Ice resides in veins of fire,
I'm visibly warm, yet hardened and cold,
My scars are screaming, their weeping blood,
My paint brush the razor,
The canvas my flesh,
Upon such love, I carve beauties picture,
My sick thoughts have now surfaced as wants,
I'm to far gone....I'm to lost to lose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dark is your playground! , you make it so fun and happy all around..that a good things...you make it very good one..but fall anyway, because you are the one who knows where and how to play in the dark very well :) :) _Unwritten Soul