I want him to feel weak
Cry as loud as he can
And still feel silent,
With the palm of my hand on his mouth held harsh
Whispering shhh
In the bed night tales to calm him down into his sleep.
I want to inject pain
Psycho mind and blood bruises of vulgar and violence.
That he starts Calling upon meaningless emotions
As i hold a knife to his throat
Force love naked and absurd
And make him love me
Desperately.
I want him hopeless at the stare of the walls, and the ignorant neighbours.
I want to kiss him scar
Hold him fist
Force gravity upon his strength
And strain his last muscle.
I want to take his pride away
Bite his in between
Until nothing more is left to my pleasure;
As I stop to move
And tell life to his face.
I want to run away like a dog.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem