The only time she likes seeing her reflection
Is in the shiny blade as it penetrates your skin
It is then she sees the perfection
Of the monster she was hiding within
She passes through the day to day
With the persona of an average girl
To pass the time until she finds her prey
And can let the madness unfurl
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Dyna. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks