I live with many demons.
They steal me from my bed.
Many hearts the fiends have eaten.
My demons are well fed.
And I've killed my share of angels;
At least they claimed to be,
But would angels dance in decadance
And go to bed with me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so different from other friendship poems, I have read so far. Nice concept n imagery. Read my poem called MAGNETS