Can we live without death,
Can we love without hate,
Can we want without need,
Born to just die...
If hate is whats inside me,
Then hate is what defines me,
I will use my hate to drive me,
Let death not deprive me...
Do I want this or do I need this,
Feeding off poor souls,
Pale pigments caused by my presence,
Forgiveness is earned not given...
Climbing up a ladder in an upside down world,
Looking in the eyes of darkness,
I stand in front of a mirror,
Ashamed of nothing...
What comes out from within can cause suicide,
Armageddon in the form of humanity,
A world without chaos is a world that's non-existent...
Asking for forgiveness to be hypercritical,
Sin will come again,
You can always try and rinse the surface,
The stains will remain!
There are so many thoughts in this one poem, I can tell you worked hard on it. A fair amount of my poems relate to suicide, so your description of it caught my attention. I also really enjoyed the second verse regarding hate, I found it to resonate with me. Keep up the good work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poet's anguish is profound, and it flows wonderfully in his poem.