face the day with a dagger by my side
Hidden in the palm of my unsteady hands
With a Candid curse I finally decide
It isn’t you but me whom doesn’t understand
The sounds of the rhythm of the dripping blood
Takes a bow and shouts ‘I’m Immortal! ’
Feeling guilt regret and misunderstood
The light can only appear when its dark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem