What makes you feel -
Not to want to fake real -
Do you see the tears on the outside of the mirror -
Your eyes hide for you to blind the cries -
The flames which burn the moth to the blame -
The candle which receives not a trick to the wick -
That is why i poison my veins -
That is why i want to die -
The reason i carry my pain -
The season in which hell will fall -
Destruction will be the quake for turmoil to bleed -
The pack can not be protected -
Black hate inside my mind has been planted -
Dark is the seed who will need to feed -
On demon flesh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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