in the snow
when nothin' ever grows
will the detritus decompose
before anybody knows?
sleep
glorious sleep
my secrets you keep
in a hole
my deadly role
the bodies out cold
the future on hold
ahh, the deepest cut
that gut feeling rut
o.c.d. never gives up
surely they'll say
'nut'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A bit terrifying, interesting, definitely gets one to thinking.