For the words you speak…
Twist cruelly in my heart…!
Chipping away…
Until nothing is left…!
I try to fight…
But…I only, do fall…!
Why is it…
I build this wall…?
To keep you out…
And save what’s left…!
Until the day…
Of my death…!
You said you loved me…
But all it was, was a lie…!
Without true love…
We all will die…!
Death will get us…
Both in the end…!
I’m just…
Cutting ahead in line…!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem