I live in my own corner of Hell.
Where only I exist,
Where only I shall die.
With every breath I get closer to the edge,
With every slash of the Blade
I bleed a little more,
I am almost there.
I let you too close,
I let you in too deep.
You know too much,
But not enough.
It's not your fault,
It's my own corner of Hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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