I have this terrible notion
That I am capable of monstrous deeds.
The thought of taking a life,
To me, is like that of brushing my teeth.
I feel not sorrow for others
As their lives are torn apart,
But rather a sick sensation of pleasure
That I can’t keep out of sight.
I almost pity those who wrong me
For my thirst for vengeance is never quelled,
Their sorry lives should pay
Through blood, pain, and tears!
But it is often that I wonder
If there is an easier way.
Maybe that is to forgive,
But can it be within me?
well its not really what I think, I was just showing how to some people it is within them to hold hatred inside of them for so long instead of letting it go and forgiving
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good job i like it.