You and my darkness should meet up and
become friends.
Venturing into unknown path of unknown victims
unrelenting anger.
Building up like swarm of bee, you smile with such
Contempt holding the match to the bomb that about
to go off.
My darkness and you should become friends as when it start
just like you there is no stopping, no brake, no peace.
Your cruel with your smile when you look at me
your nails dig deeply in to my brain, still you walk away
with no shame.
I my self can only see what devastating and wreck my darkness
has been.
My darkness fades slips back in to the pot, as you pile wood on top
whispering 'I have a list of things to do'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem