9 levels of hell
i know where I'll be impaled
nailed to a tree
holding a noose
I'm helpless
nailed to a tree
can't escape
run away
no use
I'm sick of the abuse
I'd have to sprint
through a valley
chase by a shadow
called death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting.. what inspired you? you don't specify the 9 levels of helll.. are you going to describe that later? and why are you there? Very inquisitive i am..sorry but overall pretty good.