what's the purpose of having a heart,
if not the one to feel emotions?
to feel every beat it does,
it is the most human thing,
feeling that sweet blood rushing
in your humanly veins,
feeling a pulse off of them,
feeling so alive;
but I am dead and Death,
the Dark and the Shadows,
with hatered and jealousy
feeling a sense of lust
from that red cheeks,
that now only you can have.
STAI LEGGENDO
Poems of Love and Suffering
Поэзияle idee che mi passano per la testa quando l'ispirazione bussa alla mia porta (italiano e inglese)
