An Ugly beast
With long black hair
she shows sadness
but she wants love
She cant obtain the thing she wants
so she steals it from the innocent
then leaving them to die
she notices my happiness
and she cant take a smile
she steals my love
but she fills it with desire.
Now he leaves me
Crying for ages
maybe decades, to hard to tell.
Now there is pain
and were there is pain there is me
behold with shame
I sit to die
alone with wine
For the ugly beast has taken it all
all away to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem