The midnight hour
The clock strikes terror
My hearts night mare
The demon of my dream
The evil in my soul
Is manifested in the shadow
The eyes that stare
Knowing no one cares
This demon is my own
On me bestowed
By my lust and hate
I exasperate
Twoards those who hurt
Tehose who humiliate
I look into its eyes
Lets out a long drawn sigh
I see myself in its eyes
Not a familiar sight
A happy young man
My every desire to be
Brutaliy shattered
In my eyes
IM THE MAN NO ONE WANTS TO BE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem sounds lonely. Thanks