Every time I see you,
a part of my heart
is torn and ripped,
beaten and mutilated;
dripping blood.
My heart still wants you,
but you have
pushed me aside.
A very special part
of me has died.
I don't feel
the same,
I have changed.
I am more dark,
a demon is
now lurking inside me;
waiting for the
perfect moment to
come out;
hungry and wanting
revenge!
I don't know how
much longer I have
until I go over the edge.
If it comes out,
it will be the end
of all humanity.
The darkness inside of me
is waiting for its chance
to taste the sweet
blood of all of those
who have caused
me to have pain.
This change won't
be for good,
no one will recognize me;
I'll be something
monstrous and evil.
My blood thirsty,
conniving demon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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