Screaming. Banging. Slashing
Over flowing with violence
Swinging. Drinking. Partying
Always following your cadence
Smoke that weed
Pass that beer
Girl walk-on straight
It's only half-past eight
Paint those walls with your thoughts
Fly high to reach what you sought
Take that knife; make a hole in the sky
Let the devil go down and pry
If you got caught and got stock on jail
Don't worry my dear; I'm here to pay the bail
Put that messy hair in a bun
Hold my hand and we will run
Open the door, lie down on the bed
Let me kiss away all the dread
Unzip that dress and just comply
Look me in the eye so I can see your great smile
Forget about their sermons
I'm okay with your demons
If I'm going to heaven and you were in hell
Please! don't stop holding my hand 'til I tumble and fell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem