I know the feeling
of what it is to kill
I hold back from what
people would call
ILL
I know you want to push
and see the limits
of what my world has come to
but a feeling like mine is
forever traped in time
I can call on this emotion
whenever I feel
but to do so
would mean death for those
who think other then WE do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem