Where rainbows cry.
I am in the shadow of a shade.
Where angels die.
I am grey with the ash of black.
Many times more.
I am rotten.
I am torn.
I will not cry.
I will die.
In pieces.
With peace.
Next to death.
Inside my grave.
Where I am safe.
I doubt.
I will be saved.
Claws in my back.
Ripped.
Saw by demons.
Constantly.
Under attack.
Above my own addictions.
Beneath my own cracks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem