When life becomes a trembling world of fear, 
you question every single move you make, 
afraid your loving soul will disappear; 
for danger looms, awaiting your mistake. 
What hidden word will cause explosion's might 
to back you in a corner of despair? 
Your sole reprieve lies in the ebon night, 
yet anger boils from pain he wouldn't spare. 
Where love once dwelled resides a burning hate 
as desperation's hand has gained control. 
No longer viewed as your eternal mate; 
to save yourself becomes the utmost goal. 
Envisioning a pool of crimson red; 
a knife within your hand; your fear is shed.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    