It's needed, wanted, , desired.
It's very nature calls to you,
beckoning you with honeyed lips.
It's eyes of the blackest abyss
pull you in closer and closer
You cannot pull away as
it lures you in like a moth to a flame.
closer and closer
deeper and deeper
farther and farther
It calls to you with the solem
intention to wipe you off
the face of the Earth
though its words are so sweet
They pull you in closer ever
closer. The drug is injected
ever reeling your mind to the
powers it posesses.
you cannot escape
Be aware youthful men
it is you it seeks, your
ever continuing energy keeps
her alive
Men do not fall prey to the desires
of she that wishes your downfall.
It's wreckless way and seductive movements
seem to lure even the strongest
But woe to it if one resists for
its power may ever grow dimmer
and its flow of money and popularity
will ever die with it if one can
resist the sweet beckonings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem