The darkness from within claims me,
sucking the will out of me.
I burn with a sinister flame.
Your touch,
so malicious yet enchanting.
A macabre game of love and pain.
I shiver but I don't feel the coldness.
A sharp blade of broken glass,
betrayal and submission.
Cut me free from all expectations.
Let me sing of death and despair.
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Drifting Mind (poems)
PoetryHere's all the poems I've written in English or bothered to translate from finnish.
