My soul drowns in the inky blackness
of loneliness.
My solace is the cat-o-nine's whiskers
licking my flesh.
My bondage liberates me and rescues my soul again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find this particular piece more sad than dark. Almost feels as if your fighting with your inner self on whether you really enjoy this or whether you just wish to please another, hence the drowning in loneliness feel.