Bloodless Whisper

Old Poem. Hope u like

I may walk and sit on my grave

The blood remains on the engraved letters

As the wind blows, I hear the torture I went through

My soul would never forgive you and I may never rest

It will haunt you until the day I want to kill you

Even though people can't see me, the bloody scars still remain fresh on my cold skin

The sorrow look in my eyes, and my blue lips may show

I will have to live in this lust of nightmares

Sharing secrets and hearing cries of others

And for my love, who I may cherish still when I'm dead

For he may never feel my touch or hear my sweet words in his ear

For he may never find true love again