When you kill its murder.
When I kill its a mistake.
Your love is rape.
My love is soul worship.
Your kiss is the whiff of death.
Mine is the elixir or eternity.
You are the devil incarnate, your intentions.
I am the Holy Ghost, my intentions.
I know I am you, you are me,
Yet you are you and I am I
You replace I and I replace you
The twins of lies born from a past
Bursting through the womb, midnights twists and sighs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mice poem Hardik it shows the inner struggles that we all face on a daily basis between yourself and our conscience, nicely done and 10.