I should have known this wouldn't last....
It was only a matter of time until I'd
break away from your curse
and cast a spell of my own...
prepare for tragedy!
How obvlious you were to love
blindsided by your own affliction...
This is my redemption...
Your puddles of blood and tears
represent all these withered years....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
far too cliche. you need to you better descriptive language instead of tryign to rewrite a HIM song