As I look into the eye's,
of the one's whom hurt me,
As I roam the night,
I hunt for the ones whom I called my friends,
As I look into the moon,
I yell out in pain in the end,
As the pain leaves,
it is replaced by anger,
As I begin to see red,
I lose myself to the monster inside.
~Alexandra~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem