My mind insane,
From the taste of bare sin
Yet my mouth is that of a sheath,
Lying Underneath, My words hidden as the sharp sword.
Cutting away at the sane mind’s,
Known sin, for a pain/wound not felt,
Cannot be healed or understood by a skin unfelt by its touch.
For
One cannot dream,
If the world never sleeps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keep in tune with yourself