It lives inside my mind
A darkness that crawls
Aaround in my head
It waits patiently to
Spawn an evolve
into something I Call
The shadow a very
Cold place just like hell
With burning flesh a stinch
Of death and rotting corps
That was once my soul now
Nothing more than the shadow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem