gnashing
have i known
its coming from you
all the holes
that pierced me through
crashing
these tell tale signs
of past sexual conquest
whose faces
and physiques
reduced into viral leek
exploding
a nuclear reaction
of uranium-235
a fission
of lust and lust alone
splitting into millions
of fissile elements
bombarding me to the core
dissipating
i wouldn't know
if you are the one
who need to say i'm sorry
or should i be the one
who says:
it's never been easy
both dismal
and morbid
palettes of orange
and blue
a portrait- -
decaying down to its bones
let me
mourn with the notion
drop dead in defeat
assuring
not to pulp beat me
and spank
the hell out of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem