Ice cold kisses sting my lips
Razor sharp nails pierce my hips
Ice cold blood pours out my veins
Pure bliss melts my pains
Hate runs through my mind
Although its only true love that I find
Ice cold kisses on my lips linger
Drawn in by the slight twitch of his boney finger
Razor sharp nails pierce my skin
My line of life being drawn thin
Once again the ice cold hands pull
My beating heart no longer full
As ice cold kisses sting my lips
And the sharp cold hands pierce my hips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem