With blood as my ink, You will be my masterpiece.
I promise not to hurt you, and to you I promise no decease
Your skin is like the clay
With which the little children play
I promise you will see, again the light of the day
I will fashion your teeth to fangs, and use them to pierce your tongue
In your mouth I stuff a rag, and with water I fill your lungs
Your fingers are so pretty
And breaking them is a pity
But I promise you will see that I dont care how hard you bite me
I saw you and your beauty
And I had to take it away
And now your the rag doll,
The one you want to portray
I take from you the outside
So appreciate what i've left you
Or I can go inside, and take that from you too
Your life was pure misery
or so you make it seem to me
Scream until your voice gives out
Then I can take that from you too,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem