Always turning to no one,
there's no one ever there
Pulses beating everywhere but none for me.
Alone, I wander through the dark.
The creatures shy away
Dreams of black in the derangement of the night.
a betrayer of them all.
All my seeds deceased.
Conqueror of a thousand hearts,
without one left to bleed for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem