When the jumpy bulldog
Breaks down to cry
His heart out
He hides himself
Out of sight
His weakness
He never lets it show
And the world
It never would know
That from those eyes salty tears
They would fall
That after midnight
All his demons
They would come to call
The bleeding so heavy
The cut so very deep
Darkness has fallen
But still
The monster is wide awake
Because the demons voices
They just won't let him sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem