we waltz in
handsome faces
shadowed by waves
of sin.
the devil is dancing here.
in the corners.
on the walls.
he's watching
you and i
as the blessed ground
wears thin.
if it were to shatter,
would we fall?
or suddenly
blend in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem strikes a very viseral chord with me. Omg.