اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
A lightning of impulse
Struck unto
My sweltering neck
The pulsing veins
The gripping hands
A lockjaw
And spastic legs
Callously trying
To find hold
Only to
Sink deeper
Rip it open
And set free
What you feel
So clearly
But nobody
Can see
Sole contraption
Begotten
Cursed are we
A single drop
Of bitter wanting
To complete
