In the shadows they expect,
on pedestals of gold tarnished by life.
Snapping dogs muzzled for fear of hurt,
sex pushed to the back of a cold stone wall.
A ladder to light not strong enough to lead,
a pool of dark fears below, no will to jump.
So leave me alone in this dark, dark place,
the last word is written on a quill riddled in blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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