In the Darkness,
there are painful things,
shadows, whispers.
Slowly,
they pull you toward the Darkness,
slowly injecting the pain in you.
The Sound of the Dark is the sound of whispers,
telling you no one wants you.
The Feeling of the Dark is the feeling of pain,
killing you slowly.
The Darkness is full of pain and misery...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem