Poignant decay.
Mystified journey.
So sick as you sleep.
Unheard religion.
Hells caught in the crossroads.
The beggars breath stinks.
Throw down the mirror.
Pupils dialating.
Golden locks to drops of blood.
Broken gate open.
Self esteem stolen.
Trapped between lust and love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes............ Laters...Joshua.