Let me take your hand
I'll spin you in circles
Until you're sick and vomit
Waves of nausea come
Disoriented on the dance floor
Devilish sways make you fall
Onto the coffee black tile
Nervously shaking hard
Trying to stand on your own
Afraid to take that same hand again
But the devil is sly and you slip
Back into his cage of death
Not knowing what will come next
You search for a mistake to justify
To feel free to spread wings and fly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem