Oh how I bet you wish that you knew who I was
Behind this mask of cold black glaring so bitterly
Running cruel fingers over and over again over this blade of icy steel
Insanity burning in my neverending stare
Eighteen years ago you cost me my all
Now it's your turn
2008 Ramona Thompson
Part of the dark human nature project
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem