Blood fills the tears.
I suffocate for my eyes to cry.
Do you smell my fear.
What I sell was sold.
Inside the deepest pits of hell.
What breathes down my neck.
Is the taste of Death.
She wants me back.
Just to break my back.
When I leave home.
She screams my name out in anger.
With love and with hate.
Words letter the walls in my mind.
Engraved by the signs of time.
What I read is printed in blood.
From Death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely penned.i enjoyed the ending.~nb