The mark you left on my eyes,
It still burns with such exacerbate power.
I walk the ones that use to hurt my heart, they all cower.
Did you make me transgress into the darkness?
I'm trite, yet still I remand adamant to the call of the blood,
Pulsing under their skin.
What would it feel to taste the blood that turns crimson.
I am an Agel of Darkness.
I dream no more.
The darkness,
Rules here. In my heart.
I will fight.
I will stand.
You made me into this. Watch me.
I am your nightmare now.
I will absolve you of all sins.
I wil take your soul.
I am the Angel of Darkness.
I am forever bound by both shadows and light.
But..
Why did you choose me?
To start this war,
What do you make me fight for?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this speakes volumes to me. i feel like this all the time