Our poison will never be relinquished because of a self sustaining demon
we look in the mirror an behold
we see all of our drained features
locking ourselves away into a lonely unforgiving prison
expunging the remaining life we had
turning into this dark fiending creature
Selling our soul for that high that we so much needed
Tore a hole in us
as the demons snatched up the remaining pieces
Attached in a way life without it would take on a suicidal meaning
Or a homicidal tendency
Thrusting us back into society without the help that was truly needed
Makes us apart of a race that's going backwards
Jumping from the highest point after our
Life subsided with no rapture because we were never caught up
And we drowned because of the worlds laughter an sorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem