Waiting for the message to show is like waiting for darkness to glow
It's becoming a reoccurring pain that doesn't seem to go away
Day in, day out you've lost all strength to shout
Shout for what's right but with the bleeding wounds you can't fight
Behind your broking mask I can see your bleeding scars
Like a volcano your eyes are dormant but they still infamously glow
Broken words of love and hate pour but it's far too late
No one's there to listen or hand you advice full of wisdom
I just require you to know I will never let you go
Because it's hard to say goodbye when we never really know why
But your presence will continously grow like happiness when it snows
So when I look to the sky my eyes will bleed dry in a way that's so devine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
waiting for darkness to glow. good poem. I like it.