Blood dripping down my lip
oh my god i must have flipped
the wolf inside came out
grief.. bottled inside, i have to shout
I have no control i need control
i have no control i need control!
if i kill i again it will be my blood shed
then the beast inside will stay unfed
I, Atreyu will have to die
to leave the werewolf inside behind
I see a dark theme with your work. Interesting. I would love to see you write something about love or pleasures. I would bet you could do very well with that area of emotions too. Great work. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lol i can just imagine what your trying to describe, reminds me of a poem I wrote. Dude Dark poetry is the best keep it up, As Mary Nagy says create Love poems but one thing I have to advise keep it dark lol, your other poems are also really good.