Falling into the same dark hole I was once in
I don't know how many times I can pull myself out,
Perhaps I should stop trying to fight the darkness
Let it rot my body, paint my heart black, and slaughter my soul
Turn my weakness into my strength,
Become master of the night, fear only the light,
I will be Queen of the emptiness,
I'll take the loneliness as my lover,
If I break the mirrors I'll never have to face the truth of what I have become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem