Hell! I’m gonna die here.
Overhead, I see a lot of torque
she’s killing me! Muscular nights have
solitary is the ache
I need help… supple malignance
mist bleaks my blink.
She was just a sink; an orthodox flick
hit my heart hard… a wink!
Hell! I’m gonna die here.
Overhead, I see my death race prank
Sounds like mamma, “are you fine? ”
My soul’s rage has reached her age
are you really a mirage?
What was all that?
I feel my senses flow through the crowd
metal! The bang pushes me farther.
Hell! I’m gonna die here.
Overhead, I see my last poetic strand
stretched it is for a snitch is near.
I never felt this way, this hard, this core!
Through a funnel, I reached this tunnel
you were narrow! That hurt my wick
now I’m used to it
the pain! Enumerates my desire… I’m high!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem