Open minded, I am.
Not to your suggestions.
So why do I.
Fake in whatever I believe.
I was born and bitten.
Your words are transparent.
Although I am stoned.
Sometimes, well written.
I came fitted with a knife to my back.
In the shade where I age.
I am married to Suede.
My mind has been caged.
I am trapped with her.
We share the same rage.
Blood on the floor.
Red painted door.
Before one movement by a sound.
This place, I am at.
Forgiveness refuse a pardon to forget.
This place is my hate.
If you open your eyes.
See before I die.
This is again, not the place.
Where Angels are found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem