My wrath is endless
Feel the hate
Emanating
My glare like slate
Cold dead eyes
Mirror yours the same
To you, life is a game
But you always don't win
You eyes are a door
Into your soul
Some words for thought
Beginning the life you sought
Open you arms
For I am the giver
Your mind the receiver
Don't worry I'm not the deceiver
The name tag says nothing
So who are you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem