Silent screams,
buried in liquor fumes.
Passionate kisses,
taste of self loathing.
Morals fall to the floor,
like the clothes you wear.
Your body moves like a serpent,
your kiss just as deadly.
I love you,
even though I hate you.
Your love is poison,
and I'm addicted to death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love could sometimes be insane but we keep coming back for more. nice write.