A nightmare is so black and cold,
Without you it just makes it worse, But do you care,
What if it were a dream to see myself cutting my wrist
to feel it going trough my vains to let tears flow down my face and to count how many tears and drops of blood i spill will say how much i suffered but yeat still in love with you,
But for me its just a dream and for you a NIGHTMARE
'WILL THIS HUNT YOU'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem