What a twisted mind
Sick indeed, the way you pray on the innocent is dastardly
The way you destroyed me with your animosity
Yet people never see, they never see the evil in your eyes
But then again your a master of disguise
Harmless you may seem you become the monster of my dreams
You tainted my heart, you tainted my soul even my body
Was in your control and thanks to you I will never be whole
Just another destroyed soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This fits in almost eerily with the book. Its fab, thanks