Stalagmites and Stalactites,
Dance a hum upon your hair,
Anger,
Bittersweet,
Anger.
Hatred's pixie dances her rhythmic witchcraft.
And you'll be singing along,
Pale,
With the sin of the task.
Hard as rocks,
Feel your lips wet,
With the tears that are her blood.
Sharp,
Slit her throat,
I'm sure that hair of yours can do it.
She'd be down on her knees,
Pouring out her heart,
The liquids mixing so unpure,
Splat,
Splatter her beautiful blood.
And you're not gonna brood,
On her innocence,
Nah,
You'll be sucking the life away.
Bottling that fearful breath.
Sinful Nymph,
Tap- dancing on emotions,
Whoops,
You broke another egg-shell,
Oh well!
Ignorance is bliss,
Bliss, bliss, bliss,
BLISS!
You're screaming it,
Chanting it.
And damn you-
Seem arrogant,
About it.
Reachhing for it all-
Damn I'm too late,
Melancholy,
With the paint splatters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem