chaos reigns.
a flurry of pandemonic thoughts.
two worlds, they separate.
what's in between- love the painful victim.
or is it love?
what?
come to me come to me come to my world.
i know i must be right.
i'm happier than you are. no i'm not.
well one will be happier than two.
trust me and we'll be fine.
we're not fine now.
well im not.
im bruising from the tear
and if you're not
is it love then?
hahahahahahahahahaha.
they prey on the weak they.
'IN OU WEAK ESSES HIS TRENG H IS ADE P RFECT'
their toxic shoulders.
their veiled hugs.
more?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
why? why? why? why? why?