Down, down, falling faster
As if I'm in a dream
My voice drowns in the darkness
For no one can hear me scream.
Falling faster toward oblivion
Surely into the pits of hell,
Never slowing, faster, faster
For a sin I shall not tell.
Still falling, warmer as I go,
Flashback to hours before,
As the knife I used to end me
Fell down and hit the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very deep poem. Sometimes we need our writing to help is through our emotions. I think it is written very well