Decaying flesh riddles my head
Slowly dying, turning red
How far can I go on before I die?
Three more weeks and twelve days
Of this I do not lie
Death in mind
Destruction in heart
Defeat in hope
No more do I start
Bruises and burns are only the beginning
The torture of the mind is the worst
As the galvanizing rusty wheel of spikes runs over me
Seeping out the toxic venoms of misery
Pain the ever-clouding storm of love
Death the only answer that God gives above
Rotting flesh pours out of my head
Quickly dying, turning red
How can hope thrive?
In the insanity of my mind
As the last drops of faith trickle out of my brain
I lay in my bed, crippled
Forever slain
Sadness is the key
Despair is the lock
Solitude is the door
Misery is the door handle
Hate is the creak as the door opens
Death is what lurks behind
In my mind, I have taken the key
I have placed it in the door and unlocked it
I have turned the handle and began to open it
But, I have not yet gone through the door
Though one single step towards it I have taken
For this is my life, my path, my fate
That I must live in this dreadful state
I have tried to be happy
I have tried to be free
Of this curse that floats above me
Yet no matter how hard I try
How sweet or nice or even good I may look
Those who I thought loved me with a love so pure
Turned me away and took flight
The decaying flesh in my head
Slowly dying, turning red
How far can I go on before I die?
Not very much longer now
Of this I do not lie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mr fisher I enjoyed this write, bravo