There has been a crossed wire
Something clicked under the choir
A chorus of shame
Oh my behold the chains
Summon me
Damage me
Hunt me
Export me
Make me your sin
A circus act inside a bin
The worst of the sideshow
Left out in the rain beside you
Summon me
Damage me
Hunt me
Export me
A little like Judas
But this time you left before us
How could you be her
Not a chance in hell but you were
Summon me
Damage me
Hunt me
Export me
Up high sitting on the bed
Under the water this girl treads
Biting fruit tainted with lust
This is fire, ash, embers and rust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It does sing! A way with words you have.