Painted flesh.
Would you fake this ecstacy?
Sex-coated mesh?
Handprints in blood, pasted on walls?
You know you thought what i thought was right
Bring your dreams to me
Feel this-
End? Over?
Feel this-
Just another needle with serotonin gifts...
Just another way to carve further rifts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem