Yeah I'm still pissed, and after that little display
I don't think I'll ever forgive you.
I used to think that you were the purest angel,
but my clarity is obviously lacking,
because in reality your uglier than Medusa
and you petrified us all.
Did the glass of that bottle taste so sweet?
Your walking strange,
Are the vipers wrapping themselves around your thighs?
From this view you look alot like the lowest dog
Why must you act like such a leper?
When we first met I thought you could be stronger than this,
But yet again I am wrong,
because you are not only a slave to someone else,
you also can't walk without your one and only crutch.
I can't stand to see you right now.
How funny it is.
Your innocense is almost as transparent,
as my original love for you.
Does the rust in your mouth taste so sweet?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem