I once wanted your touch,
I had to have so much.
But that touch never came,
And things about me have changed.
'Have you grown fangs? '
People like you slip to the bottom,
With no stopping.
Now you want it known,
You're alone at home.
'Is that drool or foam? '
People like you use others to deceive,
Just to get what you want...
No matter who bleeds.
As long as you succeed.
'Are you...
Growling at me? '
Well...
You can go to hell enjoy your visit.
Well...
You can go to hell,
In a heated furnace sitting,
Forever.
'Learn to turn your cheeks,
Like a Christain.
I have done misdeeds.
Please forgive me.
Learn to turn your cheeks like a Christain.
Forgive my evilness you received.'
People like you slip to the bottom,
With no stopping.
Now you want it known,
You're alone at home.
'Learn to turn your cheeks,
Like a Christain.
I have done misdeeds.
Please forgive me.'
Well...
You can go to hell,
Where evil people dwell...
Forever.
'When I called you a wolf,
That was slang for 'handsome'.'
I will not be one preventing,
What you should be getting...
Forever.
'Why are you looking at me,
As if you are about to rip my heart out.'
I once wanted your touch,
I had to have so much.
But that touch never came,
And things about me have changed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem