Sink into your bloody thoughts.
Don't look past the tree...
Do you understand life?
Did you understand me?
Past the tree lives Death
So do the leafs that are left.
Do you wonder where I went?
Did you finally accept?
Are your eyes still bleeding red?
Are those looks yet found?
Do you still love the thought of death?
Have you yet been crowned?
Look past the tree of death,
Are you still crying?
Do you laugh or
do you feel like dying?
Will you ever care?
Will you ever bleed?
I know your not really here,
but I still believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem