This dream I've had
I'm sincing the linger of these feelings of bad
Which i do not know what they mean
Its been all good as so it may seem
It all starts in a nice quite place
But thats not the case
This feeling of bad starts with a sharp pain
I glance down and see a blood stain
How could this have happened
I've been tightly fastened
In this dream
I'm sure that this will end in madness, if you know what i mean
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but you must hand on drift through the blood into another fine poem keep up the good work