Under the cover of darkness
Consumed by desire and madness
In that irresistible desire
Soul under fire
He sneaked down like a thief
Towards that knife
With blades so sharp
Resting in the warmth of a syrup
With the likeness of honey
And the guilt of murdering many
Then he fell a victim
Joining a team
Of pessimistic brothers
Driven by desire and world glamour’s
Into that trap
So hard to unwrap
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem