Burning eyes of icy passion
5 minute pleasure, now just imagine
Seductive one to whom you lust
Leaving your life in hands you don't trust
Trying to find a dark angel
or at least someone with consiquence
Wishing for one who doesn't tame well
Keeping you fighting the voice of your consience
Love, if you're going to play with fire,
you're gonna burn your fingers
Dip your feet in the ice cole water
see if the sensation lingers
Water to wine, wine to blood
Dark figure with a black hood
Dripping down in my flower bed
My bloody black roses, you cry red
Grimm Reaper, should be dead...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lyrically flawless. i read it 5 times and was blown away each time. i love your style