The snow outside became colder and whiter...Gripping my numbing feet and naked chest ever so tighter.
Nails grabbing, skin breaking...Passion thriving then fading...
Overcome by a shadow of dark loneliness creeping up and over me...As she moves away slowly....Leaving me be.
Carefully grinning secretly.
It's only a matter of time before the storm becomes deadly as hell..
Outside and inside, helpless under her spell.
The smell of romantic fire was fading the cold morning air
sensually reminding me that she's no longer there.
Heart on the ground...Drowning in blood
pulling my hollow body up from the ground
were the demons she left feasting with joy...Over bitter pieces of her pitiful toy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem