I’ve turned into a martyr
Into a demon that needs to rebel
My conscience is erupting at the depths of hell
My black heart burns
Weak and frail
Cried for help but to no avail
My eyes glow red like the blood
Dripping from my throat
A blanket of darkness serves as my only outer coat
Cries of doom whisper in my ears
Screaming from its evil lips
Each voice, sending chills down my hips
Anger rages my soul
And ignites my hate
Maybe it’s just me I should isolate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem