The Alarm of Demon

Morning comes,
with the alarm of demon

Every morning,
I feel bloody noise

I cover my ears with my bloody hands,
but the alarm continues resounding

Morning is nightmare
that certainly comes every day

Although I don't hope,
morning comes,
with the alarm of demon

The unnatural sound pierces my heart,
and gives me the darkest remedy
I always drink it,
and I become more bloody

The more morning I have,
the more blood I lose

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I write poetry in English.

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