My heart bleeds no more
It has been wrung dry
The last dropp sent in a tumbling plummet
Splashing into your silver chalice
Causing a cascade of life
Right onto your glistening lips waiting for the last drop
You were meant to be my Ankh my sign of life
Instead you are a jackal-headed man snapping snarling leading me to judgment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem