Melt into the bedroom, thy light of crystal moon.
Sitting on the crimson floor, wallowing in gloom.
Blood producing kisses dance across thy arm.
A pair of silent, starving eyes stare upon the harm.
Drops of scarlet diamonds trickle from the flesh.
A heart of one lost, darkened soul destroyed as useless mesh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very deep and harsh, nice poem.