light headed,
the taste of copper
fills the air
rust and salt
can only compare,
as it drips to the floor
slow and thick
a sickly sweet smell
but the blade can
only cut so deep
it needs to reap
every emotion from your soul
Afterall isnt that the whole goal
to get a smile, from the pain?
that is why i used my blade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem