In this grave
in this sweet coffin
feeling so pale
and alone
I lay so still
and breath no sound
i try to move
but have no control
coffin so deep
feeling so cold
no one around to talk to
no one around to hold
What lays in this grave
it is nothing
where is the grave
its in me
What made this grave
is it me, or is it you
my heart so old
so broken and cold
This heart trys to beat
but it cannot move
its to broken
i think its because of you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem