Carved up like a holiday bird
His screams gone unheard
He shouldn't have begged and lied
As he slowly died
Said if I would just make the pain end
And let his wounds mend
That he would love me forever
And leave me never
What horrible pathetic lies
I heard in his useless cries
Until the moment they ceased
And he was released
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem