The blood runs cold through my viens
But still my heart beats even faster
I am afraid
Now fear turns to rage
Rage into hate
Hate into emptiness
Emptiness to isolation
I am alone
A hollow shell of my former self
Now one final step and the wind rushes by
One pain to end it all
This is my last fall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem