dark and scary it burned my soul
the very being that I was, that I am
contradicted my actions, I'd run if I can
Before I dig a deeper spot as I lay on top
of my sins and regrets but i cannot stop
the root of all evil is the familiar greed
that lies within us but we canoot see
the very being that I was, that i am
Fantasy from reality, I'd stop if I can
Someone hit me with some needed mental sense
how can i reverse my bad when my good is only worth 2 cents
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem