What you left behind, was trapped inside my mind, they lived off my cries, I tried to make them go, but their grasp was too strong, so I let myself die. Only to be reborn. Now they scratch outside, at my door. With their big black claws. I won't let them inside, for they tortured my mind, and many of my kind. the door is my barrier and you are the demon carrier.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem