(an experimental poem)
You Ice Cold wind a cold stone gone, now. except Expired.
Bloody streets Flooding self-loathing,
I destroy myself, so imperfect & Angels Cry.
Silent screams, at my soul
Forever... knew Love...
Everything is Haunt me,
and Gnaw a Ghost still sky.
Burning flesh, All with Acid Rain.
No heart
is naught... life...
Death won't seem Lonely Apple tree, sign of God, for my pillow.
I every failure.
My Failures remnants
of my heart.
The Constant Crucifixion,
So Haunts the only ungodly.
Unsuccessful in Life...
I the chord of the decaying weeds.
A want the hands and Half of is on Fire.
Lost existence
short.
I torture myself
for beating,
only bleeding, the for ashes.
And the Dying grass In Everything is Blurred front of a myself with earth.
& the Remains... to cut
my wretched heart's no longer to rott.
Gnarled in Burning home, where Lying on the left my Broken
heart a Man is place he ever blow's through the Ghost Dwells in coal black Raven Soul's, All has feeds
on the shattered under a melting of Life, where want to cover by Pain...of death to
snap Darkness-Void
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem