She sits in the far corner of the class
Wearing an adorably sad pair of glass
And sucking her lips like a bride denied a newly weds kiss.
With a constant companion stucked in her ears, She's long forgotten by the world And her soul swims the oceans and rivers of the lagoon not far off.
She languishes with her undying thoughts of phobias.
The mockery of jackals and ostrich hardly bites of the hairs of her skin.
There's one particular rhythm that plays off in her head, DEATH!
A symptom of her craze.
Her music is full of her fantasies that she vomits on herself not expecting
Any pity.She's cladded in blue and black but she's far from being them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem