Two lovers slumped over each other
Right under a vibrant blossom tree
Having a grand old time
As cherry flowers elegantly fall on their head
Up above the cliff, an obsidian motorcycle comes into the scene
Black metal plays from a small radio on top of it
Leather jacket, studded belt, and spiky boots
Topped off by a motor helmet, concealing a white painted face
Down below, the cutesy couple is annoyed
By the dense smell of alcohol and cigar smoke around them
Getting up from their crinkly picnic place
They go to confront the motorist
We move the perspective up, again
The helmet is now on the ground, exposing his corpse makeup
Our metalhead impatiently taps his heavy boots on the ground
While listening to a prolonged whine of the sweethearts
Self-assured, the couple turns their back to leave
Only to be interrupted by an ear-ringing noise
The screeching sounds of a beer bottle breaking
Its pieces glimmering in the moonlight
Without skipping a beat, the cool guy makes his move
Slamming the bottle right behind the boyfriend's back
Giving his spine a good kick enough to shatter it
The boyfriend, now on the ground, rolls around in intense pain
Reverting his attention to the girl whos running away
With one step and a strong reach
He grabs and pulls on her arm
Concluding the fight with a pocket knife to the heart
Realizing what he has just done in a blind rage
His first instinct is to get rid of the corpse
And a soon-to-be corpse
Taking a few bandanas out, he tries his best to wipe everything off
After dragging and throwing both bodies off the cliff
He cleans up any evidence left behind
Exhausted and now on his bike
Rides off into hell and beyond
Back to the couple, one last time
Two dead bodies embraced in blood
Lie under the unbothered tree
Covered completely by the new cherry flowers
Eternal lovers abolished by pure insanity
''Hey Jack, after we're done cuddling, can we shop for pretty wedding dresses? Y'know our wedding is in two weeks! ''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem