So you want me to write a poem.
Oh, so you can get into my mind,
Know my inner most thoughts and
Trample around inside my head.
Go write your own poem...
I'm busy weaving halos for those imps
Of hollow dreams.
This is a poem you say...
I had hoped you wouldn't notice.
7: 50 p.m.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.