This world that I walk through— is fire,
Where man lives in land, which became mire.
But in this world, lives a lady
Who makes the land full of gold, and me full of desire.
These desires are floating, in this graveyard of death,
As the ravens come singing and tell me to take a breath.
But I long for this lady, with love and lust
Who left me sober, in this palace of crystal meth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem