Eaten up with anger.
I've let myself fall.
A danger to those close to me.
I have become a lethal weapon
that is ready to kill at a moments notice.
The control I once had I have
relinquished into the night.
The night controls my thoughts.
I am at the mercy of the night.
The seductive thoughts that occur
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem