If this world is dead, if the end is near, I have many regrets, but I have no fear.
The once loving me, is full of hate, with so much pain, It must be fate.
The people who cared, those who were true, to be ensnared, by such a pitiful rule.
Love those few, who were just like you, don't give in, to such a wretched sin.
I have always said, I would never change, I am strong now, No cage can contain.
The love I have, is stronger then hate, I will not be consumed, by the sin of hells gate.
Yet as it seems, that my will is strong, I come to see, that I do not belong.
None can compare, to this pain I've endured, for true peace in this world, can never be heard.
The mourning grief, inside my chest, the pain and suffering, is all I have left.
I feel so alone, to live like this, enveloped by darkness, unable to fix.
The pain I've dealt, to others reaching me, I held no desire, to let them see.
The side of me, always in pain, always suffering, endless on days.
No matter the cost, no matter the price, they continued reaching out, rolling the dice.
I continue descending, as I hurt them still, I have no intention, of signing the bill.
I await the day, with my double edged sword, to see my destiny, "Vengeance is mine, I will Repay it, saith the lord."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem