Now you have gorges yourself on heart
start on the liver why not?
but you want to eat brain,
so there it is,
not content from eating inside out
not you want to eat from outside in.
worming your way into the affections of others,
writing out the labels to pin unjustly on your victims.
the failings are yours
but that's a secret between you and your victims
who never know till its too late
and you have chewed out their hearts.
A quick death would be better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem