I stand here in this empty room
Another memory I once had with you
As the darkness falls
I can see the picture on the walls
The thunder roll, the lighting flash
I can hear the raindrops hit the glass
My cold heart turns all the rain to hail
As I explain to you my horror tale
The book closes but the story’s not over
This dark world keeps getting colder
And as I put the pencil down
But your words still go on
This dark day is as bright as night
As I explain the story of my life
And all the times life felt like hell
Another page is turned in this horror tale
I stand here in this bitter cold
Another memory that I am all alone
As it starts to rain
I can hear your voice once again
And now it hurts to breathe
Ever since the day you had to leave
This feeling that I can’t help but fail
As I explain to you my horror tale
The book closes but the story’s not over
If the good die young why am I getting older
And as I put the book away
The story still continues to play
As I stand in the light on the street
I break down and fall down to my knees
No one was there to catch me when I fell
Another page is turned in this horror tale
I stand here in overwhelming fear
Another memory that you’re no longer here
As I close my eyes
I can see the meaning of my life
I paid to little but lost to much
Now you’re in my mind but out of touch
Hearts stop and the air is still
As I explain to you my horror tale
The book closes and the story is over
Another part of my life is over
And as I turn the final page
I can still hear the rain
I stand here is this empty street
Pretending that you’re right next to me
As I walk on this forgotten trail
The final paged is turned in my horror tale
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem