To write of what you are
Do you know how that feels?
To tie a rope around your neck
Do you know how that feels?
To break the blades apart
Do you know how that feels?
To push down & turn
Do you know how that feels?
To flick the oil & feel the heat
Do you know how that feels?
To have your innocence ripped away
Do you know how that feels?
To touch your lips & taste it burns
Do you know how that feels?
To hold a killer & see the fun –
Have you ever really looked at a gun?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem