and so I sit alone at night
me and my enemies
my jo staff,
my shattered mind.
try to separate what's going on,
give into temptation,
try to be strong.
the sharpest edge wins every time
and I surrender
to my dark, dark mind.
for I ware an all white gi with red stains
i die a true warriors death
and I then turn to my true form
a wolf moving in for the kill
and everything turns red with blood
my enemies are dead
then i go looking for my next victim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem