who's there...in the quietly still night
but only a killer is present at sight
a killer of love, and joy, and wants a fight
he walks and walks and see's no light
he faces the edge of the stupid sword
but he does not bring it forward
he drags it in and hold's his yell
and just like that he fell
a story of legend is always told
of the emo boy who had no hope
he lays there so quiet and still
for he is a killer in the night
the killer of love and
...a killer by fright
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem