In the cold,
In the darkness,
There is nothing worth living for.
So take your steps into the light,
Take your final glimpse of hate.
I'll stay here; you can leave,
You're not in too deep,
You just under the surface.
It'll be the death of you if you choose to stay dear friend,
I know 'cause I feel dead,
Hopeless in this nothingness,
Of wasted time.
Warm your heart,
Don't let it harden..
In the cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem