Torrents of rain,
Flooding my braind.
I've been drowned,
In blood and misery.
Murder is an answer.
I should eliminate,
The problem.
Darkness sets in,
On my mind.
My braind is filtered,
By poetry.
I slowly step,
Back from my,
Dark, dark intentions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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