I miss the sound of siren
So sweet and alluring.
I miss the drumming Hurricane.
So fierce and destructive.
I long for the iron claws of griffin.
Hard as diamond and deadly as Gore.
And i thirst for the juicy milk from the river of death.
So soul quenching and agonizing pain.
I'd take on all these things
Rather than miss you.
Cuz you ate my heart, dipped in my blood and chewed my bone
And wiped your bloody lips with my soul.
Forgiveness is far for you, my love.
It is gone along with winter mist.
I guess you've penned your poem with a profound sense of agony! ! ! ! But I like your poem v.much!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is soooo sad...but there must to be a forgiveness...........love it keep it up