It sneaks up like a shadow,
trapping me in a dark cage.
It squeezes and twists my mind,
forcing out all but the rage.
Addicted to my anger
though common sense screams in vain.
The beast who killed compassion
now hungers for your sweet pain
No small revenge is petty
as long as it will hurt you.
Holding fire in blistered hands
in hopes that you'll be burned too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem