When I look in the mirror eyes are looking
Towards the bowels of hate that fuels my soul
Of insanity blocking my cold black heart
My soul is begging and crying
To me to get more hate
So I can feel the pain of madness man,
A lunatic who is ill and wants to die
With fear taking over me
Like there is no time
For anything
Soon there be nothing left of me
The goodness of an Angel
Lies helpless and yelling and screaming for me
So I can let it out of the flaming box
While my maniacal laughter echoes out loud
Like it’s the funniest thing in the world
Hoping it’ll feel every ounce of pain
Of the flames burning its body like no other angel
Turning itself into a loathsome beast of hell
Go after me for revenge cause I have sinned and killed the only angel on my side
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem