Fiendish fangs
gnaw at my flesh
bones licked dry
shine!
flesh, where?
I still feel
the pain of steel
on my wounds raw,
I reel…..
Lives ‘bone dry'… " We used to think our words were gold…." Song by Tristan… please listen to it…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"Pain of steel"..