All I see is red
The rage is consuming
M anger dominating
It would make me pleased
To watch him tortured
And suffered,
Like he did to me
So needlessly over and over
Watch him bleed out
And call out for help
No one will hear him
He knows not the pain
Of which he inflicts
His soul is already owned
By the King of Hell
So I light my match
And watch him turn to ashes
My anger is slowly released
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem