As I waited patiently in line,
all those depressive souls pass me by,
The darkness that consumed their hearts
pierced through the light and broke my world apart
Stressed and Depressed,
Wish that time would come,
Where I could ultimately succumb to the fate they call 'DEATH'
Revenge fuels my thoughts and memories
All the disgusting things you did to me
Blinding hatred fuels my actions
Pain and Death you will also succumb to
as the curtains close, and your soul fades into darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem