Fallen down from,
breathless ascend,
my passions dispelled in winds,
blood dripping on grass blades,
beast seeking my taste,
Pains ended to euphoria,
While aching jolts,
shaked my worth,
ruthless vultures,
scrabbling over my flesh,
my soul crying for help.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's more of a nightmare my friend but then tastes do differ, :) Like this poem anyway, keep it up!