I’ve never been the wimp
That uses words to make a heart limp
You’ll walk around at night
Thinking your words are so bright
You like to laugh and grin
But your words come from sin
As your victim’s life burns
I put their ashes in an urn
You think you are free
But you have to deal with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem