I don't know why I feel 
The way that I do now. 
With an urge to kill, 
A desire to thrill, 
While my world crashes down. 
Once upon a time, 
I was an angel with silver wings- 
I broke my word, 
I killed my dreams, 
But nobody there forgave my sins. 
So now I'm just a victim 
Of preconception 
And true damnation, 
Wracked with splinters, 
Reminding me of 
My wicked immoralation. 
I'm reaching out into a world 
I can no longer see. 
Twisting emotions, 
Chaotic potions, 
Of longing for the person 
I used to know as me.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    