I am clean, free of sin...
that is the first time I can say that in along time...
I washed my hand's in the blood of my bleeding heart,
in the innocent clear wet sticky plasma of my soul.
(it Hurts)
& alone in the dark I learned: Need Not Who Needs Not Thee
JCV
'06'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem