Life doesn't make sense,
I thought you were he to make amends.
In stead I see no passion,
I only see a short glancing.
Of purity within myself,
Is this the end of my health?
I once dreamed of this night,
Where I would wonder If I would ever see light.
Again there was no hope to free my soul.
Every thing just became blurry.
So ill pray end me now.
I'm ready to bow down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what an intense poem about death and hurt!