Lost in the dark he walks
Shadows tracing his every move
For all of eternity must he walk, never resting, never dreaming
Only hopelessness fills his voids
He wish not be here but his stay is infinite
How he wishes for death, the dark terror to take him
But death not tread where his sins have taken him
No light shines, no voices speak
Pure hell in a timeless winter
His heart is past decayed
His thoughts are no more
So here he stays, and here he walks....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this poem.....do u put alot of thought into these?