The tears were black, pitch black
So did the inside of him
Holding tightly to the realm of resentment
Settled like a stubborn feeling, wandering around inside the darkness
Wailing into the darkest of the night
Weeping for something unattainable
Behind those curtains of blackness
Praying for the miracles, to lift up all of those cloudness
Once and for all
Neither dying nor living
Tempter, for the lusts
Goes those blackness of the night
Eating up everything of those lucidities
Left nothing but doubtfulness
To be obedient like a tempter, smiling grudely
Taking over evrything of the happiness
Scrapping away every pieces of hopefulness
Hopelesness pursue, like lion pouncing at the prey
Vicarously taking over, forever
Forever he'd be there, inside the darkness
Blanketing the whole universe with the blackest of the secrets
Hidden deep within the blackened heart
Broken into pieces of darkness, soaring through of the spaces
Full of doubt, full the uncertainties, like a ghostly shadows
Eerie and hunted
Waddling through the thickest of the blackened night
Trying hard to disengaged
Giving up every pieces of left souls
Clawing flawlessly for the help that would never come
Part of them, he'd become
Damned!
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I would like to translate this poem