Your demons are so real
They've taken your soul.
An empty space
A bottomless grave.
But that's just what they are
Your demons.
Because they do not see what I see.
A tainted soul.
Who once cared too much
Who exchanged his heart for
A bottomless grave.
A beautiful soul
Who does not see what I see
Whose soft gentle lips make me warm
Whose form makes me crumble
Into my bottomless grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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