blood trickled pavement.
devilish grin.
thick eyebrows down frowning in the mirror.
a man realizes
no one will believe him.
barry white
laughing in the background.
the red velvet spills...
another mess
for him to swill.
a little sigh
as the life leaves
her eyes.
when morbid minds
flourish,
a bed of roses die.
while the strange people laugh
and the normal people
cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this. It makes me get outside my puny world.