The dark and light
That I am unable to fathom
Like a piercing knife
It cuts me in two halves
I beg sympathy
Cry for innocence
But I feel scarce
Burnt in a holocaust
The words hit a wall
And ripples away in sky
Occupying my dreams
Smothering me, under the night sky
The beautiful
Carries a sweet venom inside
I put my hand in the box
The red stream
Razor blades
Sharp knives
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem