Walking through a narrow room, with no end in sight.
Doors grabbing at me with dark claws.
I can hear voices whispering evil words.
Provoking my thoughts to choose the dark sideof this
screwed up world.
I struggle on, avoiding these downward spirals
that have wrecked the people around me,
the people I once knew.
It almost seems like I am living in another world,
far from the bullshit of old.
Like some strange force has transformed me and my ways.
For better or for worse?
Must choose wisely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem