I live on the top floor
Of a latent coil,
Ready for a sound style
Tattered and spent
Like blood for fuel
A sign reads:
This building belongs to the
University of s-t talking fools.
On a different note,
C major perhaps,
The sea calls my soul
Eating my body.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed!