His darkness, his anger
His hatred, his madness
Brought up by loneliness
Buried all his kindness
It's all in pitch black
Through the sight of his eyes
As the faith that he had
Betrayed him, it never came
'Light is illusion', he said
For freedoms are all fake
And peace is just a trap
"No salvation, no help"
He's struggling, in vain
He's crying, desperate
The more sins he makes
The worse pain his heart takes
It tears you apart
Because the devil
You witness now
Is once an angel
You've loved a lot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some angelic beneficence is resonated in this poem. Beautiful. I've liked it. Thanks for sharing.