An angel with wings.
A devil with horns.
A power so strong,
My heart is torn.
I can no longer feel pain.
I am one to dread.
You should now fear me
For I am undead.
For I may be dead,
But I can still be scared,
Never remove me,
Don’t even dare.
You wish to have met me.
But u have never seen,
A person as strange as me.
A person with hopes,
A dead man with dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What happened to make you so tragic? Your poems fascinate me and I'm genuinly concerned for you, even though I don't know you. I'm very sorry that you have so much pain in your life. I can understand the feelings. But I'd like to get to know you. Please send me a message. You seem like a very interesting person.