Crawling from the floor to her body
they taste from her skin
full with sin as they drink her sweet
taste
The girl is lying on the floor
her body bare and left for dead
hair that has been tangled and
mangled from the night before
Her laughter no more
stuck in the past as she wishes
to pass the world by in the whirlwind of life
to die in a peaceful state is her wish
but only can she wish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not a bad try...keep writin more: -)