The fire burns bright inside
Unleashed with a steam of carbon dioxide
When there’s no hope for humanity
Or a shred of my sanity.
I refuse to let anyone try
To break me down to a pitiful cry;
But I just can’t help myself;
Chasing lust,
My heart crumbles to dust.
Through everything and anything,
I still stand strong.
I am cheerful, not fearful
I’ll write a poem or a song.
Even when the sorrow gets old,
My heart is made of diamond:
Beautiful, unbreakable, and cold.
The fire inside
Which burns with passion
And yearns for revenge
Shaped my once coal heart
Into the cold, unbreakable beauty
It is today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem