Who is this creature
that possesses my dreams
and drives me to destruction?
The pearls of her eyes
are hitting me,
the bullets of a serial killers.
Ten knives
of ivory fingers on her hands
are puncturing my soul.
The snakes of Medusa her hair
spit hedonistically
their juices in me.
In front of her I feel weak
as she is calling me,
the song of the Sirens
on her lips.
I cannot stand this crucifixion.
I broke the sand-clock
and sipped its sand
but I only managed
to dry up my thirst.
Ethereal nymph, why are you fighting me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem