My heart is a blood stain
My mind was a yantra
calm and pure like tulips
He woke up all the sleeping beasts in me
with a single whisper.
They remind me that they're starving
and I turn into a monster
as I let myself go
to somewhere within
where there is no light nor peace
My mind is dizzy
My heart is a blood stain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem