I don’t know how she does it;
To herself is what I mean.
Cutting that life force away,
Slice by slice.
Convinced herself of evil.
Plays by the roll of a dice.
I don’t know why she does it;
The idea is so obscene.
I can’t calculate the answer,
As I haven’t processed the question.
Calling engineer.
When you’ve sort out my head;
Fix hers too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem