Let the blood leak.
Let the blood flow.
Let them scar.
Let the pain surface.
Blood so red.
Blade of fury.
My blood leaks.
Leak all out.
Let this life end.
Blood leak out.
Drip from my wrist.
Oh, I love this twist.
Now I walk in misty light.
Am I dead.
Did all the blood drain?
I strain to see.
Then I open my eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem