Those wretched things I want-
I know could be so good.
The things that I can not touch- or have-
in my sickness I’d take them all if I could.
The things that tempt are the things forbidden
left in a broken heart barely hidden
So rescue me now…someone please… from this wretched body of death
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I do not go where my jaded heart would lead me,
And I can not grasp with bleeding hands what I can not call my own.
I can not add misery to love anymore –
Now the gag is tied, and hands and feet are bound.
Now the terrible things I can only think
Seep with blood into the ground.
And the undone things I’ve left –
are the rewards of agony
Deserving to this body of death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A bit scary...I better read part 2.