EXAMPLE (my jumble tongue #13)

arctic veins freeze my feel

making barren my thinks

which will-me their air to steal

until the killing kind sinks

I see the noise shimmering

sway mouth cries to be blank-eyed

worked free the red simmering

that spilled what was lip-tied

death suits and battle paint

no change to twist the done

held in karma-locked restraint

elicited closed by the guilt-gun

no cares reflect on my husk

true sewn instinct selfers spark

taking of virtue to touch dusk

to fill the hallow of their dark

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ROUGH TRANSLATION

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A cold washed over me and my emotions

quieting my mind

except the will to choke them to death

until the killer in me is ready;

I see their struggle like art

lying mouths begging to die

to be drained of the blood

that confessed what was thought to be secret.

Armor and camouflage

can't change what happened

held by the reaping of what was sowed

plowed now by guilt

I'll remain stoic

a predator to make the selfish, like them, prey

that taking of innocence to "seize the night"

to satisfy an emptiness in their lack of compassion.

|| another_proser ||

P.S. Translations not necessary for the challenge, though are often helpful to new readers trying to understand your perspective!

* my #jumbletongue is NOT eligible to win, obviously.