LOOK at that black metal!
Glistens like gold, so warm
SHINY, COLD. Dull eyes
ROTATING, Sit and MULL,
Forehead kissing Plastered
hair.Reasons? No Cares..
STARE STARe Stare..
O! Put it to the HEAD while
lying in bed and MAKE the
room MIGHTY colorful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem