i told myself 'ask not which creature
screams in the night',
'and not question who waits for you in the shadow'
cuz i know it's my cry that wakes you in the night,
makes your body shiver and turn your face in disgust
But i cant really help, i'm sick of myeslf too
i would rip myself out of this body, if i could
but only your love will melt this cold,
figureless, undeserving soul and heart
what you do is up to you
love me or hate me
in any case, love, pain and death
always come uninvited
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem