pale skin
within the night
will cause
such a fright
glass nails
upon your skin
making you cringe
breath of death
softly crawling up your chest
calming and confusing
your mind is lost
teeth sink into your neck
pain and pleasure connect
now you lay forever in rest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiul... that is my dream almost every night! +10