Hello "Poetry"
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2024 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
Félix Thériault
Poems
Mar 2017
Pain
O sweet pain, help me
your claws sends me to paradise
but it rips my soul and humanity
and that is too high of a price
I got nothing left, Im broke
and yet, I keep paying
I hate it I'm disgusting
all I wish is to be gone in smoke
Without a soul I'm dying
It hurts so much; I love it
I just deserve it
Life was short and painfull
but Im just dust
with a heart filled with rust
O douce soufrance, reconforte moi
Je te hait mais j'y revien toujours
Tes griffe sanglante me font roi
je te hait et m'en irai un jour
Esseyant de me tuer
Je suis mon Antechrist
Je suis mon Christ
Esseyant de me sauver
Je rampe a default de marcher
s'il n'y a de héro je le saurai
just, va t'en laisse moi soufrir
Si tu continue tu ve redevenir
rien de plus que poussière
avec un coeur de verre
I personnaly prefer the french version
#addiction
#pain
#dust
#french
Written by
Félix Thériault
Yamachiche
(Yamachiche)
Follow
😀
😂
😍
😊
😌
🤯
🤓
💪
🤔
😕
😨
🤤
🙁
😢
😭
🤬
0
398
---
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems