in benighted sleep,
incubus quickly hovers.
your memory, my venom
gushing down my throat,
like infernal fire,
burning arteries and veins
cripple them all, leave no traces-
my heart bled red,
into streams of passion and regret,
at there you would beat forever.
soon I was awakened again
by quiet screams, jumbled thoughts
that spoke-
I lost you due to my lack of spine,
and now through the years, for you I would pine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem