COUNTERFEIT love, threads your
opiats veins, you rattle and click,
into first gear, still your room is
dark.so dark..
SLUMBERING along like a drunk
buddha, you reach out fore a bullet,
and come out with a red confetti,
this confetti is your blood.
i dont like it...please get a life and write something worth really 'writing' for! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think it's awesome, very strange but awesome. Meghan