Night falls
Gangs and all
Women on the streets
Waiting for their death to meet
Crossing from road to road
Watchin, waiting
The perfect time
Night fall
Attack and carry
Away to the deep depths of the alley
Maybe the woods
Anywhere at that fact
You fight for your life
He tears off your clothes
He starts, You cry
Screaming and screaming
To let you go
But no
His hand cuffs your head
Your breath gets softer
You start to calm
He whispers:
Now you are alright
You close your eyes
His other hand touches your neck
All you feel,
Is your last breath!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very descriptive. Most people (that I've read) don't like to write about hard topics such as this.