Strangulating life-blood in corners of darkness,
giving off an effervescent scent of death,
letting a mind separate from its' head.
Turning into straight-aways, falling deeply into
pits of hell.
Watching its' fires touch and burn with an
intensity of fervor.
Lasting pictures set on photographic screens as
reminders of what may happen to anyone if they
stray far enough away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem