And now the moon is dead
Silly dreams inside the child’s head.
Cut myself and let it bled.
The ceiling is painted red, red, red.
The evil thoughts can not escape
Innocence in the corner has been raped
Sits by the violet drapes
Cries and cowers while he shakes.
But all are watching
And time is near
Whispered so softly
In your ear.
A man came to the door
Half past ten
With lips sealed shut
Asked where I’ve been
But I did not know him.
I could not recall
He said he loved me.
And burned down my walls.
It’s hard to run
When your legs won’t work
And hard to scream
When your lips won’t jerk
I was left all alone
He left me a drone
Left a body cell
In a private hell
And now I am useless
Bent over and back
Face down in the curtain
I’ve already cracked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem