I stripped you to the bone,
nothing was there.
Like an empty store,
your shelves are bare.
I don't like what I see,
when I walk your shoes.
You want everything,
and never need to choose.
I'll stumble to your grave,
and spew on the stone.
Because even in death,
you deserve to be alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem