With rage I saturated the weary darkness.
With my tears I raise a temple that I thought was once destroyed.
Let the wickedness of the night soak us in.
On our bodies we carve with blood a red forest.
In the depth of sadness I slowly lose myself.
I'm lost.
If someone tries to save me...
Don't.
I'm not coming back.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
With rage I saturated the weary darkness.
With my tears I raise a temple that I thought was once destroyed.
Let the wickedness of the night soak us in.
On our bodies we carve with blood a red forest.
In the depth of sadness I slowly lose myself.
I'm lost.
If someone tries to save me...
Don't.
I'm not coming back.
The original poem is written in polish and it rhymes. In English it was very hard to accomplish the same effect.
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