Cover me with a grain of salt
Hide my sins and all of my fault
Infinite filth stained upon my soul
Forever falling down an iniquitous hole
I am still young but I am weak
Weakened by what i dare not to speak
Haunted by time
And what of it is left
A portrait of crime
A sculpture of theft
Beautiful scenery with a touch of calamity
Sung by a seraph is a song of profanity
So come and cover me with a grain of sand
Dont allow me to be seen with blood on my hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem