Dared to be different and free...
Dared to be something that is feared...
Dared to be something that doesn't exsist...
Well i can't help but take that dare...
For this is me...
Life is nothing but time for me....
This life is nothing but a party of blood and sin..
I must sin again and again to live...
Wat kind of life can be enjoyed in the dark? ?
Knowing the sorrows a head and the dread of never ending pain...
My black heart is burning with this unbearable pain...
For i do not know love and it does not know me....
i was made to fight, live and feed; not to love...
This dark fate that was placed for me has commenced and shall never fade for time never ends for a monster.....
Soon Blood and Darkness shall sweep over humanity and i Goddess of the Night shall be finally free.....
Free of the fear of being different and free from death of the heart...
In Darkness il be waiting......
I have to agree with Tyrone Wingfield in all that was said by him. Monsters can be loved no matter how indecent they are. Everyone is a monster in they're own way. Life would be boring without. And again I agree with Tyrone, this is a glorious poem though debatable. Louii
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't want to wade into the debate about whether or not monsters can be loved, but I will say this is an interesting piece. I love that you wrote it from the monsters perspective as opposed to someone observing the monster from a distance. Nicely done.