It is to my own shame
That I now sit and pen this
My ode, self admittance
Of love and regret
I am a monster at times
I have daemons haunt me
And they no it is I
Whom have hurt those I love
Those I would happily die for
Give my life to their everlasting
Health and happiness
So how could I betray such love
I hold no answers alas
Just this regret, self loathing
Which at night mocks me
I have seen the world burn
And fall away into ashes
I have heard cries and screams
And now here I am writing
Wishing to correct everything
Rebuild a new world
And hold it safe, loved
Till I grow old and die
As nature intends
It is to my love I do this
And to my regret
I must remember
Never to stray
From the path again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem