My Poetry. Defiance.

Wind me up like a mere mechanical toy,
Be absolutely sure that I will violently respond.
Treat me good, or treat me utterly bad,
But still, I will eventually abscond.
I will not tolerate your voice any longer;
You have nothing left of value to say.
The blinding brightness of the sun, the deep darkness of night—
My escape will always find a path and a way.

Tragedies have faded, memories are dulled,
But nothing can extinguish this core, grinding pain.
Sunshine, flowers, and all magnificent powers
Will utterly fail to penetrate my scarred brain.
It is far too late now; I am permanently marked and scarred,
Gone without a single shred of remorse or retreat.
My heartfelt wounds scream from a tormented soul,
This inescapable, cold evilness is endorsed.

Do not try to save me gently—all hope is finally lost;
The dreams of new beginnings are hollow and thin.
My fractured heart embraces this poisoned, broken life,
Completely devoid of all sensual sinning.
Sleep, at last, is the only time left to truly rest;
I will be reborn in these bleak, sullen times.
The ending is clear: my restless spirits are gone,
A final, damning settlement of my crimes.